I lean in, my mouth centimeters away from the shell of her ear. “Does it turn you on?” She slowly nods. “Trust me, if there weren’t other people around, I’d take care of that, but in the meantime, we need to fix your grip.”
Her mouth drops open as if she’s offended. “What’s wrong with my grip?”
“You’re choking the bat.”
“I thought it liked to be choked.” She smirks.
I lean in so only she can hear. “No, that’s you.”
She laughs. “I can’t deny that I like your hand on mythroat.”
My dick twitches. Fuck, all it takes is one sentence for her to turn me on. I clear my throat. I’m getting distracted from the task at hand. Her presence is a distraction. The best fucking distraction. I correctly position her grip on the bat and stroll behind the pitching net.
With her knees bent, her perfectly round ass sticks out. There’s determination on her face, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I step to the side of the net and throw her an underhand pitch. With all her might, she swings the bat and hits nothing but air.
“You were close, but a little high!”
“Maybe your pitch was low!” She kicks at the dirt, planting her foot before perfecting her stance. This time she does it without needing my help.
Again, I throw the ball, and she swings.Crack.The ball sails over my head before hitting the net and falling to the dirt.
She drops the bat and jumps up and down. “I did it! Did you see that?!”
“You’re a pro! We’ll sign you tomorrow!” I toss her a few more balls, and she’s about fifty-fifty with her batting average.
Once she’s done, we switch spots, but I opt to use the pitching machine instead. Dessa stands on the other side of the fence behind me.
“I like the view from back here.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Are you looking at my butt?”
She tilts her head and taps her lips as if she’s considering her answer. “It’s a nice butt.”
“I see how it is.” I pop my hip and stick out my butt even more. “You’re only with me so you can look at my butt.”
“Among other things. But this is certainly a perk. It ranks high up there with the orgasms.”
I draw even more attention to my ass by rubbing small circles over one cheek with my hand while also giving her air kisses. “I never took you for an ass woman.”
A giggle bubbles out of her. “This whole performance solidifies yours is the only one I want.”
I drop the bat and spin around. I slam my palm against the stop button for the pitching machine before stalking to the opening of the fence. Her brows shoot to her hairline as I cup her face in my palms. “Good answer.” My lips are on hers. Firm. Hot. Demanding. If we were alone, it would last much longer. “I’m definitely hot for your ass.” My hand slides down her back until I’m cupping her curvaceous ass.
She wraps her arms around my waist, mimicking my pose with a hand on each ass cheek. She shrugs. “It’s only fair.”
“You’re not wrong.” I stare into her deep brown eyes. Three words dangle on the tip of my tongue. I just need to spit them out. I’ve known she’s the only woman for me since we were teenagers. If I were granted an additional minute for every thought of her, time would stretch into eternity.
“Are we just going to stand here all night, holding each other’s butts, or are we going to hit some balls?”
Her words pull me from my thoughts and slap me back to reality. “You can definitely play with my balls.”
She giggles, and with both hands she shoves at my chest, pushing me away.
“You’re welcome to stroke my bat as well.” She picks up a baseball and throws it at me. I catch it and toss it up in the air. “Wrong balls.”
THIRTY-THREE
BEST. WORKOUT. EVER.