Page 19 of Home Run

I loved the way his eyes sparkled just for me. That mischief belonged to one else. “Oh, we’ll have sex everywhere. You won’t be able to look anywhere in this house and not think of me.”

“Just the way I like it.” He lifted me, turned, and moved to the bed. “I think we start here.”

“The bed? It’s so…boring.”

“Boring?” He jerked back, eyebrow cocked. “Is that what you’re thinking whenever we’re in a bed? Oh fuck man. How boring can you be? I wish the earth would swallow me whole or maybe another man will walk in to make things interesting.”

I tried not to laugh at the voices he put on. “That’s not what I’m thinking at all. Ever. I just thought we have this whole house all to ourselves.”

He grunted. “And I want all that. But more than anything, I want your scent good and properly all over my sheets. I want you on my pillow and tangled up in my blanket. And I want it now.”

I shivered when he said things like that. “Well then. When you put it like that.”

“Now, spread those legs for me.”

I watched as Rhett moved down, his fine, naked ass on full display as he got real comfortable, licking and sucking at me until I begged for more. Then the beautiful jerk opened my towel and bared my breasts, sucking and licking even more, until he settled heavy between my legs.

The truth was, as good as I was at taking Rhett on adventures, he was the true adventurer when our clothes came off. I followed wherever he led, always excited to find out what great idea he might have next.

I was not prepared for how excruciatingly hot and slow he could make love to me when he chose to. He was like a conductor in a symphony, changing speed and tempo while slowly building us toward a crescendo. When we were done he had his wish: a messy bed we tore apart piece by piece.

After another quick shower—and the quickie in the shower—I jumped in the pool. Rhett lit the fire pit inside the screened porch. “I can’t believe you’re swimming in January.”

“Said like someone who hates the cold.” The water was chilly, even for me, but it felt good to float for a bit. I grabbed a pool noodle and bent it behind me, then slipped another under my knees, letting my breasts float to the surface.

“Careful,” Rhett grunted. “Looking like that I might just forget how much I hate being cold. But when I realize how fucking cold I am, I’ll have to punish you for tempting me like that.”

“You shouldn’t make it sound like a reward then.”

He grunted again. “Let’s go on vacation.”

I let the pool noodles go and swam to the wall. “Where?”

“Somewhere warm. Mexico? The caribbean? I don’t fucking care. Somewhere I can spoil the fuck out of you while we eat expensive food and worship each other’s bodies.”

“We can do that here.”

He shook his head. “Did you miss the part about spoiling you?”

We did have eight weeks left. And while we both needed to start training soon, we could get away first. Have some fun and adventure, then come back and settle in here. “You have to promise we’ll stay naked when we get back—except for workouts.”

“Fine by me.” He crossed his arms over his chest and settled into his heels. “But you have to let me buy you whatever I want while we’re there.”

If he wanted that, then I had one more demand. “I’ll allow it if…you fuck me in this pool, on this pool deck, in all those loungers of yours. At least once at night and once in the full sun of the day before the off season is over.”

“Deal.”

He opened the screen door and stepped over to me, holding out his hand. “I’ll fuck you in the pool after vacation when it’s warmer.”

I took his hand and let him pull me out. I sloshed water everywhere and pressed my wet, naked body against his t-shirt and shorts. “Deal.”

Then he scooped me up and took me back into the porch by the fire where he sat me on one of the loungers and tossed me a towel. He ripped off his soaking wet clothes and tossed them on the ground by the door, then sat in the other lounger and slapped his thighs. “The moon is up and the fire is warm.”

I scrambled into his lap, rising up to take his hard cock inside me. “Is this how you want me?”

“I want you every way, Hope.”

It sounded like he wanted to say more but held back. I wondered how many times he did that and how long it would take before he stopped trying. It made sense. It was hard to believe we had fallen this hard and this fast, and that committing to it wouldn’t scare the other off.

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