Page 79 of Moonshot

“You like?” he asks with a radiant smile.

“I love.”

We eat, drink, and laugh, and I silently thank God above for the gift of this man. It’s gone dark, a beautiful night full of twinkling stars. But then again, that could just be the ones put in my shining eyes by Michael.

Suddenly, the jumbotron comes to life, and a picture of a young baseball player appears on the screen. He appears in his late teens or early twenties with big brown eyes, and strands of dark hair escaping from his ball cap. Looking closely, I realize York is printed on the back of the jersey.

“Oh my gosh, that’s you?” I ask excitedly, taking him in, my eyes wide with the hotness on display in front of me. Now that I’m looking closer, the beautiful ink on this player’s left arm clearly matches Michael’s tattoos.

“You said you wanted to know what I looked like in a uniform,” he teases.

“Well, I knew you’d be hot. But now I have confirmation.” I watch as several other photos pop up on the screen. Done eating, I turn in my chair, entranced by the pictures of Mick in his hay day. Beaming up at the screen, my heart practically stops beating when the pictures of Mick stop, and in their place, a bright red background pops up with ‘Elsa, Will You Marry Me?’ on the screen. As I spin in my chair, my heart in my throat, I realize he’s no longer sitting there. Turning my head, I find he’s kneeling by my side. I can’t stop the tears from tumbling now.Is this really happening?

“Ava, I love you. I never knew I could love anyone as much as I love you. You’re my Moonshot. I don’t ever want to let you go. Please say yes.”

Unable to form words, I just nod, tears streaming down my face.

My prince slides the gorgeous princess cut diamond ring onto my finger and scoops me up into his arms, carrying me from the pitcher’s mound to home plate. Both of us now laughing, only my giggles are through tears I can’t seem to turn off. I feel like I’m in a dream right now. This can’t possibly be real. Standing on home plate, we continue to kiss as he swipes away the droplets on my cheeks.

“Mick. I’ve never been so happy.”

“Really?” He smiles down at me.

“Yes, of course. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I’ll never forget this night.”

“Well, it’s not over yet,” he says with a wicked grin on his face.I could just eat him up right now.“Would you do something for me?” he asks, reaching down for my hand and pulling me along with him, never taking his eyes from mine.

“Anything,” I say, clutching his arm with my free hand as we walk.

He walks me into the dugout, and I can’t help but giggle. I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d be able to walk into one of these. Sure, I’ve been in the make-shift ones at the little league field, but this is where big-league teams come to wait their turn at-bat. Where they cheer each other on when they’re in the outfield, trying to get back to home plate to place more points on the board. Pulling me into him, he kisses me with a robust passion I wasn’t expecting, dipping his tongue hungrily into my mouth as he grips my ass with his strong hands. Pushing his firm erection into my pelvis, I moan at the welcome surprise.

“I need you to lie down on this bench and let me eat your sweet pussy, Ava.”

“What?” I gasp. I immediately start looking around, knowing at least Jeremy’s here.

“It’s okay, baby. Jeremy’s in his office. There’s no one else here. The Squirrels have an away game tonight, so everyone connected with them is there. It’s just us. I’d never let anyone watch me do intimate things to my fiancée.” He smiles, waggling his brows at the use of the new descriptor. “Please? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to this. How many times I’ve dreamt of what it’d be like to have you here.”

Suddenly, my mouth goes dry. “Have you done this before?” I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer. Hell, he was a baseball player. A college baseball player. Of course, he has.

“No, Els. I’ve never even pictured doing this with anyone but you.” His expression has gone from playful lust to undeniably serious in an instant.

Looking up at his hopeful face, I think of the dream he lost. He’s given up so much and now focuses on his little league team to make the best of his unfortunate circumstances. I consider how devoted he is to me and how very much I love him. With newfound determination, I surprise myself by taking a few steps back and rotating toward the bench. As I sit down, I turn and make direct eye contact with my strong, sexy man before straddling the bench and lying down. Reaching overhead, I hold onto the bench for support as well as to calm my quaking nerves.

Michael slowly walks over to me, with a hunger and determination in his gaze I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed before. And I thought I’d seen all of his lust-filled expressions. Dropping one bent knee onto the bench between my spread legs, he reaches under my skirt, finds my panties, and rips the seam of each side until he can lift them off and place them in his pocket. I’m suddenly soaking wet, both in anticipation and at the display of strong, alpha dominance above me. As he drops his face down to the apex of my thighs, I hear him growl his pleasure just as I feel his warm, wet tongue caress my swollen sex. There’s no teasing. No sweet kisses to my thighs on the way to his target. He just dives in as if we didn’t just have a five-course meal moments ago. I have to close my eyes, or I swear I’ll combust.

I feel him spread my folds and lick and suck with abandon. He inserts his large, muscular fingers into me, and I relish the sensation of him gliding them in and out of me while he sucks my clit into his mouth. He alternates using his fingers and tongue to fuck me until I’m unable to sit still. It’s only been a few minutes, but I’m already ravenous in my need to come. How the hell have I gotten this turned on in a public place? You’d think my nerves would’ve prevented me from careening toward the finish line this fast.

“Please, Micky. I need you.”

Placing a gentle kiss on my bundle of nerves, he lifts his head, looking up at me tenderly. “You need my cock, Els?”

“Yes,” I practically shout.

I can feel his hearty laughter as he stands from where he’s been perched between my legs. He walks to stand beside me and pulls me up into a seated position.

“Come here,” he orders in a timbre I’m not used to. But it doesn’t scare me. I’m even more turned on by his commanding tone. I love how he can vacillate between dominant and affectionate. Gentle and rough. I love them equally, but right now, I need him to take me with a little more force than normal as I’m feeling out of control with the desire he’s brought on rapid-fire.

I follow him into the corner of the dugout and watch as he unbuckles his pants, pushing them down until his engorged cock springs forward. He lifts me into his arms, pushing my back into the corner of the enclosed space. I sense him lining himself up briefly before thrusting inside with one powerful stroke. The feeling is made that much more intense, knowing this man has asked me to share this bucket-list moment with him. That he’s reserved this kinky little tryst just for me. Knowing there’ll be many more unexpected moments with this sensual man in my future.

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