Page 25 of Safe at Home

“I love you, Ty.”

“Oh my gosh, we are so cute!” I cried as I looked at my reflection next to Ty’s in our motel room bathroom mirror.

“I have to say that you did a great job!” Ty said as he pulled the shirt down over my stomach and rubbed it gently.

Ty was wearing a white shirt with blue lettering that matched the Raptor’s uniform. I had made him a shirt with puffy fabric paint that said: “I put a cookie in my wife’s oven!”

My shirt was also white but had purple puffy lettering. Mine said: “There are two cookies in my oven!” On the belly part of the shirt were two cookies dancing. We found the dancing cookies in the iron on section, near the puffy paint. They were perfect! They would definitely get the message across at dinner tonight.

“So, who do you think is going to notice our shirts first?” Ty asked as I pulled my hair into a knot on the top of my head.

“Your mom will, hands down,” I said without a second thought.

“You seem pretty confident about that,” Ty said as he leaned against the door jam and watched me touch up my makeup. “I bet on Cooper.”

“You bet, huh?” I asked with a raised eyebrow at him in the mirror. “Interesting. Want to put a wager on it?”

Ty shook his head at me but had a huge grin on his face. “What kind of wager?”

“Hmmmm,” I said as I tapped the mascara wand on my chin in thought. “I’d like you to make me my favorite dinner, or whatever I’m craving at the time, while I relax in the bathtub. Then, you’d make chocolate-covered strawberries that you hand-feed me in the bathtub before dinner.”

“Oh, so my baby wants her dessert first?”

“Well, speaking of dessert. I’d want you to join me in the bathtub to feed me the strawberries, and then you could have your own dessert.”

Tyler chuckled as he came closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. “You like when I eat your pussy in the bathtub, don’t you?”

I shivered as he moved my hair off of my shoulder and kissed my bare neck. “It’s definitely one of my favorite things. I’m not sure which I like more, actually. That or chocolate-covered strawberries.” Tyler bit the bottom of my earlobe and made me jump and giggle. “Fine, fine. I like your tongue better.”

“That’s my girl,” he said and peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder. “Now, if I win, and Cooper notices first, I want to fuck this beautiful body on home plate.”

“On home plate?” I squeaked. Public sex was not something I’d ever been interested in.

He pulled me closer to him and gave me some reassurance with a tight hug. “I’ve always dreamed of having sex in public. This week would be perfect because there is caution tape everywhere because of the construction. No one should be around at night. And if it would make you feel better, we could station some of the guys around to make sure no one comes close to us, but they’d be far enough away that they wouldn’t hear anything.”

I nodded, swallowed hard, and looked at the ground. I was still nervous just thinking about having sex in public, but it was also exciting to think about being out in the open with my man since it was a dream of his.

“Molly, look at me,” Tyler said and pulled my chin up so my eyes met his. “If you’re uncomfortable at all, I can change my prize for when I win.”

Man, I loved this man more and more. “No, Ty, it’s your dream. I’m willing to try. I’m nervous but excited at the same time. But, that’s only if you win,” I added with a kiss to his jaw.

“Oh, I will win,” he said with a confident smirk.

“And what if neither of us win?” I asked. “I’m not sure who else would notice besides your mom or Coop, but you never know.”

“You are correct. We definitely need to have a backup plan.”

“You’re taking this awfully seriously, Mr. Stone.”

“Sex with my wife on home plate is on my bucket list, baby. This is serious shit.”

I had to laugh. “As are chocolate-covered strawberries and orgasms by your talented tongue.”

Tyler shook his head and kissed the top of my head. “Have I mentioned how perfect you are for me?”

“Only a few times. Okay, so if neither of us win, we just scale back on the prize. Like you wouldn’t make me dinner. Just the chocolate-covered strawberries and you eating me out.”

Tyler nodded and licked his lips. “I can deal with that. So, if I have to scale it back, I still want somewhere public. How about in the dugout? It’s a little more shielded than home plate but still out in the open.”

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