Page 15 of Embers in the Outfield

The moment the vibrator touches her, she lets out a soft moan, her eyes closing at the relief she seems to have at the contact. I veer my eyes downward to watch everything unfold in front of me.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I can’t help the words that fall out of my mouth. I don’t know if it’s just been a while for me or if it’s the fact I’m doing this to Kennedy after years of squaring off with her. No matter what the reason, this is becoming my favorite side of her, and now I want to push a little further.

I move the vibrator through her folds, seeing the silicone glisten with her desire as I move it back out. Soon I’m slowly pushing it in and out, her eyes slits, desire swimming in her gaze.

I get into a rhythm, and she grabs my shoulders, closes her eyes again, and tips her head back, pushing her chest forward. It’s taking everything in me to keep from sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.

She’s so fucking wet, it’s nearly taking me over the edge watching her unravel like this. My dick is rock hard now, and I wish I could pull him out and give him a few strokes. But this is about Kennedy and seeing her come undone in a way I never imagined I would.

This might be the most beautiful thing I’ve witnessed, and I begin whispering into her ear.

“You like the way that feels?” She can’t form words and simply mumbles a “Mmmhmm” while I continue to move in and out of her with the vibrator.

“Now imagine me moving in and out of you. Imagine me hitting that spot no other man has hit inside you. Fucking hell, I’d make you scream my name and ride me until you came so hard, you’d forget your own fucking name.”

She moans and says, “Fuck you for making me wet with that thought, River.” There’s a side of her that’s pissed she’s liking this connection we’re sharing.

I keep going, my pace getting faster. She’s moaning louder with each stroke, and I feel like I’m getting high off her sounds.

Soon I can see her thighs shaking, and she lets go of one shoulder and grabs onto one of her breasts, pinching her nippleas she screams she’s coming. I’ve never been jealous of a hand, but I’m envious of hers right now, touching her body in ways I want to touch her. After this little interaction, I already know I will be addicted to seeing her come in whatever way I can get it.

The moment she jumps off that cliff with my name falling off her lips, I start slowing my pace, and a soft smile spreads across her face. She brings both her hands through her hair, the wet strands sticking to her forehead. She grabs the bottom of her lip with her teeth and gives a little chuckle, her eyes still closed.

I pull the silicone cock out and see her glistening sex all over it. When I bring my gaze back up to meet her, it’s as if reality has hit, and she’s looking at me panicked.

I’m about to say something, hoping to diffuse the situation, when she speaks. “Well, looks like dildo: one; River: zero.” A cocky smile now spreads across her face.

Game on, sweetheart. Game on.

CHAPTER 6

Kennedy

What the hell just happened?I watch as River gives me that cocky smile, saying a quick, “Finders keepers,” and walks off toward our adjoining doors. The muscles of his back move with his stride, a result of years as a firefighter, carrying loads of equipment up and down flights of stairs. I can’t help but fight the drool that threatens to escape my mouth.

Throughout that entire interaction, he did not touch me once with any part of his body. His only touch was through my vibrator, and yet I still feel a void when he walks away from me. My body yearns for him to come back and touch me in ways that will leave marks on me physically and emotionally.

Despite keeping his hands to himself, I know he was turned on because I saw the massive tent in his boxers while I watched as he rhythmically moved my vibrator in and out of me. The word massive doesn’t even suffice, if I’m being honest. I don’t know how he walks with that beast between his legs.

I have never had a man do that to me, and I never thought it could be that hot. Even though he didn’t actually touch me with his own hands, it felt more intimate than an entire night with a man in bed.

I’m still coming off my high, feeling as if I need another shower to cool off, when I register River’s words. He took something with him on his way out. Taking in my room with a clearer mind, it dawns on me that he walked out of here with my fucking vibrator.

I also realize that I’m not upset about it. Instead of anger that he stole something that’s mine, it makes me wonder what kind of game we can play for me to get it back.

A smile spreads across my face, and I try to concoct a plan on how my vibrator can be mine again. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out how I’ll gain control back in this fucked up dynamic we are building.

The exhaustion of the day is catching up to me, and my eyes feel heavy, sleep and my bed calling out to me.

Once I’m fully ready for bed and under the covers, it takes some time to get my mind to quiet down. I think about the River of today versus the River of ten years ago. I think about how attractive he remains, even more so as the years have passed, and how I keep finding ways to avoid the obvious.

Who said I can’t have a little fun with a good-looking guy? I never said I needed to find forever with him. I just need to let off some tension here and there. What’s the harm in that?

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The next morning, I arise with the sound of a cart outside. It isn’t until I pick up my phone that I realize I slept in. I was too distracted last night to remember to set an alarm. I shoot up in bed and begin getting myself ready to meet with the newlyweds downstairs for Sunday morning brunch.

Ash and Sam don’t leave for their honeymoon until tomorrow. They wanted an extra day to recover from the wedding, along with getting some time in with me and others from the wedding party.

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