“Ohhh . . .”
“Really.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s because you insist on wearing those four-inch heels. Bad for your back.”
“Yes, Doctor. Whatever you say, Doctor. Just keep rubbing there.”
“You sure you want me to rub here? Or maybe here instead.”
He let his fingers drift lower over her ass again, then between her legs to tease her pu**y.
“Well, that’s nice, too. Rub there instead.”
He did, using three fingers to part her pu**y lips and spread her juices over her clit. She followed his hand by lifting her butt and rubbing against him like a cat craving attention.
Hell, she might even be purring. She knew she made some kind of noises but had no idea what they were. She was lost in sensation, her mind focused only on his touch and the feel of his body as he moved over her and slipped his c**k inside her, then reached under her to continue to sweep his fingers over her clit.
He swelled inside her, thickening, stretching her, taking her to the limit and back again. She fisted the sheets and buried her head in the covers, shutting out everything but his breathing as he whispered dark words in her ear. She turned her face to the side, catching only a glimpse of his tightened features as her lips met his in a fevered kiss when he thrust deeply inside her.
Pressed to the mattress, she was powerless, giving up total control to him as he whipped her into a fevered state. Tension turned her muscles to steel as she fought the explosion that hovered so close. She wanted to prolong this ecstasy, where every stroke of his c**k was bliss and every whispered word he uttered was sweet heaven.
“Let go, Elizabeth. Let me feel you come.”
She shook her head, holding on for just a few seconds longer as he wound her tighter into a ball of the sweetest pleasure imaginable.
But when he bit down on the nape of her neck, she was awash in heat that she couldn’t survive, and she climaxed, crying out and meeting his lips as he ground against her, his balls slapping against her clit. He groaned and spilled inside her. He was glued to her, shuddering against her, and she wanted this to go on forever, just the two of them connected like this.
Gavin dropped down on top of her and rolled to the side, bringing her with him, stroking her br**sts as she came down off the high.
She always gave so much to him in sex, so much of herself. She laid herself open and gave him everything, held nothing back. She had never been like that with other men.
She had never loved other men.
She wondered if he realized how much she gave him, or if he thought she was simply like every other woman he’d been with.
She’d never ask. She didn’t want to know. There was only right now between them. She’d never tell him how she felt. He had too much power as it was.
And every day that passed he gathered more.
She sighed and snuggled against him. He stroked her hair in the darkness, and she allowed a single tear to slip down her cheeks.
Little by little she was losing herself in Gavin.
She was never going to win this game.
SEVENTEEN
IF THIS WERE A ROCK CONCERT INSTEAD OF A WEDNESDAY afternoon baseball game in Milwaukee, the girl with the huge tits in the second row along the first-base line would be lifting up her shirt and flashing her goods at Gavin.
Instead, she’d held up signs proclaiming her love for him, her boobs bouncing up and down as she held the sign over her head.
He loved fans, especially the out-of-town ones since the visiting team was typically booed.
But this woman was having a wet-panty party in her seat for Gavin, and he was loving every minute of it, despite the ribbing he was taking from his teammates in the dugout.
“Dude, you should definitely get her number.”
“She’s done everything but fling herself on top of the roof of the dugout.”
“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks she’ll be waiting for you outside after the game.”
No way was he taking that bet. He’d seen plenty of groupies before, and blondie up there was a class-A fan girl. He was flattered, but he knew better than to indulge the fantasies of the crazies. She probably kept a room filled with his photos and an ice pick under her pillow.
After the game he and a few of the guys headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner and drinks to console themselves after a tough loss. Sometimes it was easier to lose a game by six runs than to drop a close game. This one had been a nail-biter until the bitter end, and they’d had guys on first and third in the top of the ninth, but they couldn’t bring them home.
“Bats were cold today,” Dedrick said. “Or at least mine was.”
“Wasn’t just you,” Gavin said, lifting his glass of beer and taking a couple long swallows. “I couldn’t hit for shit.”
Tommy took a drink and sat his mug on the table, grimacing. “Pitching didn’t help much, either. Bailey couldn’t hold those two runners in the third, I couldn’t help him out in the fifth. I didn’t last but two innings. My relief sucked. Must be a full moon or somethin’.”
Gavin lifted his glass. “To a better game tomorrow.”
They clinked glasses.
“Couldn’t get any worse than today,” Dedrick muttered.
“Well, yeah, it could,” Gavin said. “But it won’t. Tomorrow we kick their ass.”
They drank beer, ate burgers, and moaned about the game some more. Dedrick and Tommy called it a night and went back to their rooms. Gavin hung out in the bar, too restless to pace the confines of his hotel room. There was a night game on, Atlanta and Tampa Bay, so he sat at the bar and watched the game, switching to soda after having one more beer.
A knockout brunette pulled up a barstool next to his since the bar was pretty full. She ordered a drink, pulled out her phone, and started punching buttons.
Gavin judged her to be in her mid-twenties, no doubt in town on business since she had her hair pulled up like Elizabeth styled hers and she wore a suit and some fancy shoes, same as Elizabeth.
She frowned at whatever nonsense was happening on her phone.
“Problem?”
She glanced up and offered a smile. She had nice brown eyes.
“Client canceled our meeting.”
Gavin nodded. “Hate when that happens.”
She laughed. “Me, too. You in town for business?”
“You could say that.”
She held out her hand. “Judith Stafford. I’m a marketing rep for Lincoln Aluminum. And you are?”