Page 9 of Home Run

A fresh wave of energy hit me hard and suddenly I had a second wind as I came up behind her, not quite hard yet, but more than willing to play. “Pick up your feet.” She laughed when I lightly slapped her ass. “I think you’re going to like this.” I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy while I began to rock the hammock, then I reached around and found her breasts, letting her nipples run over my flat hand with each pass. Her moans did a very good job of turning me on and in what had to be record time, I was hard once again.

“I’m getting a condom, but I’m warning you Hope. This could take a little while.” No matter how wet and gorgeous she was, there was only so much human biology was capable of.

“Oh I’m counting on it!”

Fuck me. Talk about a night of complete, amazing pleasure. Even if it took me an hour to get back to orgasm, it would be a good damn time. The hammock was still when I returned and I sank inside her slowly, gripping her hips as I pushed in one long stroke, feeling every inch of her heat squeezing tight around me. Her inner muscles fluttered when my body finally came flush against hers, our bodies completely one. “You good?”

“Oh yes!” she called back with a content sigh.

The sound relaxed me. I reached under the hammock and found her nipples again, brushing the tips, moaning out loudly when she squeezed me in pleasure, “Oh god! Oh Rhett! Yes! I’m coming again! I’m coming!” She was loud, but so was the ocean. Maybe no one heard us. Maybe everyone heard us. I didn’t care. If they heard then they knew how good I was at pleasing this mysterious woman, and that was hot as hell.

With only my fingers moving, she came hard around my cock, suspended in air by the hammock, clit untouched. Each squeeze of her orgasm made me harder, each moan sent a sizzle of heat into my balls and cock, so that by the time she relaxed into the ropes I was more than ready again. I set the hammock rocking and let her body slam against mine.

“You’re buried under the blankets,” Hope giggled, trying and failing to pull them off me.

“I fucking hate being cold.” I released one and watched as she wrapped herself up in it before collapsing on the bed beside me.

“So I take it you don’t spend a lot of time up north.”

“Fuck no. I’m even skipping Christmas with my family this year. They’re going to fucking London to spend it with my sister-in-law’s family.”

A lot of expressions crossed Hope’s face as she fought back another bout of laughter. “You don’t like white Christmases? Snowy days by the fire? Ugly sweaters?”

“I prefer beaches or islands, or I’ll even take a goddamned desert before I go somewhere cold for fun.”

I felt her looking me over for a long time while she chewed on that sweet lower lip of hers, but she didn’t say anything. “Well you kept your promise. The sun is rising and we only slept a little bit. Is that going to ruin your workday?”

Yes. “No. I’ll catch a nap after I feed you breakfast. You?”

She shrugged again. “Travel day. I’ll sleep on the plane.”

“So it was worth it then?”

Her whole, beautiful face lit up. “Yeah. It was worth it, Rhett Ryan.”

I found myself admiring her exposed calf again. “Same.” I also felt a tug I wasn’t sure what to do with. I wanted to see Hope again even though that’s not what this was and it wasn’t what I was looking for, so asking her would be a shitty move. An asshole move. A selfish move.

“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” She ran her foot over my leg.

“That I’m an asshole.”

She pushed up on her elbow. “Let’s see…you gave me multiple orgasms, were giving and even, dare I say, polite the whole night. And now you’re making sure I’m fed before you leave. How is it that you’re dwelling on your asshole status again? Is there something I should know? Are you married? Please don’t be married. That’s a hard line for me.”

“I’m not fucking married. Do you honestly think someone could stand to be around me that long?”

She chuckled. Not quite a giggle, but not a laugh either. It was strangely comforting. “So why are you an asshole then?”

“Because I want to fucking see you again and that’s not what we agreed to.”

Her smile slipped away. “I don’t think we technically shook on anything. You’re very hard on yourself, Rhett.”

“So you want to see me again?” Fuck, I felt like I was sixteen again, asking Rebecca Newsome to the stupid fucking prom.

“Like I said, I won’t even be in the United States again for a few weeks. But yes, I’d like to see you again. But only if you’re sure.”

I sat up against the headboard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She sat up too, letting the sheet fall to her lap, sitting like a naked goddess in the damned morning light. “You’re a self-proclaimed asshole. And I’m very busy. I don’t need to be distracted by sexy thoughts. I need to be focused. But…” She licked her lips and looked out the window.

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