Chapter 14

If my dog could talk, I’d have no reason to talk to people.

-Hancock’s secret thoughts

Sway

“You’re about to get bent over again.” Hancock’s rumbly voice broke into my perusal.

I blinked, looking up at him as innocently as I could which caused him to laugh.

“I saw you,” he informed me. “And in about ten minutes, I’ll be more than up for whatever you’re willing to do to me.”

“Me do to you?” I asked in alarm, tugging the towel around my breasts.

He wouldn’t want me to be on top, would he? Because that would definitely not be cool.

The one and only time I was ever on top was, of course, with Langston.

After he complained about my ass pushing his legs uncomfortably into the bed, I’d climbed off, refusing to get on top again.

Then Langston had to go and mention how my breasts jiggled and my belly squished together.

Normally—if I was standing—my belly tended to be fairly flat. But bending over causes almost everyone to have belly rolls, and I wasn’t an exception.

It was apparently a big turn off for Langston because he never tried to have sex with me in that position again.

Then again, the position itself hadn’t felt all that good, so there was really nothing to complain about. Langston’s cock had been about five inches, fully erect, and even with me on top, I couldn’t feel him like I was thinking I should be able to.

Hancock, though…well, let’s just say he would probably rip me a new one if I was on top. But the sheer size of his cock was likely going to make that position difficult.

“What are you thinking about?” Hancock questioned as I followed him out of the bathroom, my mind still swirling with the possibility that he wanted to ask me to be on top.

He walked straight over to the large bed dominating the big, open room and started to push pillows off.

Thankful for the change in subject he’d inadvertently offered me, I pounced on it.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I watched him tug the comforter down on the bed.

It landed on the floor in a large heap, and I frowned.

“I read online that hotels don’t wash their comforters, and ever since then I’ve yanked them off and only slept with the sheets.”

I blinked in surprise.

“Why would they not wash the comforter?” I grimaced, thinking about how revolting it would be if that were true. “That’s disgusting.”

He nodded his head and started to rip the corner of the sheet off the bed.

“It is,” he agreed as he bent over to peer at the mattress itself.

“Now what are you doing?” I pushed.

“Looking for a bed bug infestation,” he mentioned almost casually. “It looks good to me.”

“What?” I cried. “Bugs?”

His lips twitched.

“I wasn’t saying there would actually be any here, but it’s also something I always check for, just in case,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Another superstition?” I asked casually, walking to my suitcase and pulling it carefully out of the closet.

The moment I moved mine I saw his, and my mouth twitched.

I couldn’t figure out how I’d missed it.

It was bright freakin’ red.

But it was smaller than mine and it’d been directly behind mine, so that likely accounted for why it was overlooked.

Once I had it next to the counter, I dumped it over on its side and squatted down to open it.

The move made the towel ride up, exposing my pussy to the floor, but I ignored it, instead looking for a bra to contain my massive DDs.

I wish they had squats for boobs.

The moment I found my bra, I stood up and let the towel drop, completely unaware that I had an audience that was avidly watching my every move.

Once my bra—a prettier one than normal since I knew I’d be seeing Hancock this weekend—was hooked, I pulled the cups up over my breasts and then worked my hands into the straps and situated it.

Then resituated it since my breasts were so unruly.

Then again, this bra was notorious for pushing my cleavage up instead of actually of doing anything to contain it.

There was a rule about bras for bustier ladies. A bra couldn’t be pretty and be comfortable. That was just the cold, hard truth.

It sucked, but we ladies learned to live with it.

After deciding that the bra was just going to have to do since I hadn’t packed any more, I grabbed a black lace pair of underwear, bent slightly over the bed with my hand touching the top to steady myself, and lifted a leg.

And that’s when I heard the groan.

I froze and dropped my leg, turning slightly to where I’d heard the groan originate from, and blinked when I saw Hancock sitting on what looked to be a dressing chair directly behind me. He was staring at my ass like he wanted to devour it, and I made a grab for the towel.

“Don’t,” he ordered harshly, then lightened his tone. “Please don’t.”

I froze with my hand around the towel, and knew that I had a decision to make. I could either continue to be self-conscious around him, or let it happen naturally. He’d made no bones about the fact that he liked my body. He liked that I was on the thicker side.

Hell, if the erection that was tenting the towel, which might I add was wrapped fairly tightly around his waist since it was pinned with the way he was sitting, was anything to go by, then he quite obviously liked what he saw.

And I knew, I knew, that I was going to give me to him.

All of me. The good and the bad.

I was going to be me. I wasn’t going to be a fraction of me like I was with Langston.

I was going to let him see that I enjoyed food. I was going to let him see that when I came home from work, my bra came off because wearing bras sucked. I was going to show him everything, and hope that he was there when the dust settled around me.

Once the decision was made, I dropped the towel, and then turned to sit on the bed directly in front of him.

His mouth was relaxed, but his eyes were dancing with happiness.

“You made a good decision, Half-Pint,” he informed me. “I’m glad.”

I could feel the flush taking over my face.

“Want to play a game?” he asked casually.

My head tilted to the side, and I stared at him.

“What kind of game?” I finally worked up the courage to ask.

The smile that overtook his face was as close to a leer as I would say one could get.

“One that ends in your orgasm and mine,” he promptly replied. “So, what do you say?”

“What does this game entail?” I pushed as if his erection hadn’t jumped in anticipation, and his pebbled nipples weren’t affecting me at all.

“It entails you doing what I say, when I say it, and you get rewarded,” he explained teasingly.

Before, I hadn’t doubted that Hancock was an alpha male, but now...well, now I knew he was. He was an alpha in the bedroom and out. There was no doubting it now.

The fact might’ve been a turnoff for anyone else. Generally, I made it a rule to stay away from the bossy men since I had enough of bossy men growing up.

I liked to do my own thing, and I enjoyed it.

Being bossed around wasn’t my idea of a good time, and if someone tried, I’d let them know really quick that it wasn’t for me.

But when Hancock did it, I lost the ability to think.

The actual rules didn’t matter. If he wanted me to do it, I’d do it, and all he had to do was ask…or tell.

If he said jump, I’d ask how high.

“Okay,” I said without hesitation. “What’s in it for me?”

The teasing didn’t have the desired effect.

The moment I agreed, he was out of his chair and pushing me backwards onto the bed, his large hand between my legs.

In a matter of seconds, he was playing with my clit, swirling it around with his thumb while his fingers probed my wetness.

Which was embarrassing.

We’d been out of the shower a whole five minutes and my readiness for him was more than evident.

Something he found himself liking.

Immensely.

His mouth came down on mine as the first finger penetrated my depths, not stopping until he was at the webbing of his fingers.

“So fucking wet,” he said in between breaths against my lips.

I moaned shakily as I moved my heels up to rest on the edge of the bed, and he moved the rest of the way in between them.

The towel he still had around his hips rasped against the inside of my thighs, but the things he was doing to my clit and pussy had me forgetting everything else that had happened.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Please.”

I was going to come.

He’d only thrust one strong finger into my pussy and had played with my clit for less than thirty seconds, and I was already right there.

The moment I realized I was close, I came.

Just giving it the awareness that it needed was enough to draw a scream from my lungs as another orgasm, my second in under thirty minutes, overtook me.

My pussy rippled around his long finger, and being the expert he was, he stopped the movement on my clit, knowing on instinct that I would be too sensitive for his continued ministrations.

It was only after I caught my breath that he spoke his next words.

“That’s what’s in it for you,” he growled against my lips. “So, are you ready to play?”

God yes, I was ready to play.

All freakin’ night long if he wanted me to.

“Yes.”

Was there any other answer that I could give at this point?

The sane answer was: hell no.

***

Hancock

“Come to the balcony with me,” I ordered, holding out my hand for her. “And lose the bra.”

She looked down at the bra, then looked at my hand.

Taking it, I helped her stand and let it go as she deftly unhooked the bra that she’d just put on.

The moment her breasts were free again, my hard cock became harder.

God, she was magnificent.

Her porcelain white skin was milky and smooth. Then there were her pretty pink nipples.

Though they were on the larger side, I found them to be freakin’ perfect.

I couldn’t wait to see how much of those pretty nipples I could fit into my mouth.

And God, her pussy was addictive.

Waiting for her to look into my eyes, I brought up the finger that’d only moments before been inside of her, and sucked the juices off in one long lick.

Her eyes widened, and that beautiful blush that she’d had all night came back out to play.

“You’re crazy,” she whispered.

I grinned, letting her know I took no offense to that title and held out my hand once again.

“Come ‘ere,” I ordered.

She easily put her hand inside mine, and I walked with her to the balcony doors.

Once we were standing directly in front of them, I reached to the side and hit the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

“I had some wine brought out here for you,” I told her.

“What about you?” she asked causally.

“No wine for me. Not before tomorrow’s game,” I admitted.

Though, I likely wouldn’t have had any with her anyway. I was more of a beer guy than a wine guy.

Sway hummed in understanding and pushed the large glass sliding door open.

It rolled almost silently as she pushed, and then I followed her outside, my feet just as bare and quiet as hers as we made our way across the tiled balcony.

“This place is amazing,” Sway gasped as she took in the view of the river down below.

It was. Every time we came to this city, I stayed in this hotel just because of the view.

The team had stayed here when I was a rookie, and then they’d changed venues the next couple of times.

The coaches forced the entire team to stay in the same place, and that was fine…if they were staying in a place I wanted to stay. Lucky for me they picked the good venue in this particular city, so I didn’t have to act like I stayed at one hotel when I really stayed at another.

“Are we on the top floor?” she asked absently as she looked over the balcony.

The sight she made, made my breath catch, and I had to resist the urge to walk up behind her, bend my knees, and sink inside of her.

Though she’d probably enjoy it—and I knew for sure I would enjoy it—I chose to have a conversation with her first before I took her again.

We needed to be on the same page before we went any further.

“We’re two floors below the top,” I told her. “The top floors are penthouses that the owners live in.”

“Ahh,” she nodded her head in understanding. “I’d live here too, if I could. This place puts mine to shame.”

“Your place isn’t that bad,” I noted.

She smiled at me over her shoulder.

“It used to be my grandmother’s,” she explained, turning around.

My breath hitched in my throat at her beauty.

Standing there, the concrete wall of the balcony at her back, her chest jutted forward as she leaned her elbows against the top of the railing, and her hair moved all around her, swaying in the soft breeze that came off the river.

I could barely make out her creamy white breasts, and everything else was cast in shadows as the darkness surrounded us.

“I bought my house from an old man,” I shifted in my seat, glad that I still had my towel. “He reminded me of my grandfather.”

If my cock was out in the open and free to do what it wanted, then it’d likely have her attention focused on it. Instead, her eyes were on my face, but had it been uncovered, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from looking.

“I didn’t buy mine,” she grimaced. “My grandmother is renting it out to me until she decides what she wants to do with it. She had a fall a few weeks ago, and she and my family decided that it was in her best interest to be under supervision while she recovered.”

My brows rose.

“She’s in there for good,” she answered my silent question. “She thinks it’s only temporary, but it’s not. She broke her hip—but a retirement home that can manage her meds and keep an eye on her at this point is best, and even she knows it. She was having trouble before she was injured. I’d offered to help, but I travel too much with the team, as does my brother, but with his team. Though, she’d never admit that she’s in need of help. This way she saves face.”

I nodded in understanding, then picked up the bottle of wine that was sitting next to the chair and tugged the cork out of the top.

I’d opened it while Sway had been in the shower and had set this all up intending to woo her into bending to my will, but she’d willingly taken me into her body without even the slightest bit of cajoling. Not that I would complain about that. The woman could do no wrong in my eyes.

“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” she interrupted my thoughts.

I poured her a glass of wine and reached across the small space that separated us. “Thinking about how perfect you are.”

“You don’t know me well enough to say I’m perfect yet,” she informed me. “I’m about as far away from perfect as one can get.”

I shrugged.

“You’ll have to prove that to me over time, I suppose.” I amended. “Right now, with you standing here like that in front of me, you look pretty damn perfect to me.”

A small ghost of a smile graced her lips before she took a sip of the wine

“This is good.” She looked at the glass. “What kind is it?”

I held up the bottle.

“Got it at the grocery store. Fourteen dollars. I have no fuckin’ clue about wine. I picked one up that I saw a few other ladies get,” I explained.

She started to laugh.

“I like how you think. Normally, I drink from the box,” she admitted, as if she was letting me in on a secret.

I patted the outdoor couch seat beside me, and she pushed off the wall, her breasts bouncing with the movement, and started toward me.

I watched the sway of her breasts, and I nearly groaned when she bent down and put her hand into the seat before planting that delectable ass on the cushion beside me.

She wasn’t touching me, but she was so close to me that I could feel the heat of her due to her closeness.

She sat partially sideways, allowing her arm to rest on the back of the cushion we were sitting on.

I’d also thought ahead, placing a couple of towels on the couch so nothing belonging to our bodies was actually touching the seats.

Which was good, seeing as we would both be naked on it very, very soon if our breathing was anything to go by.

“I can’t believe you play well in weather like this. It’s like being back home, only about ten degrees hotter,” she murmured.

“Arizona has more of a dry heat than we do. Where we have a humid heat, they have just heat. More of it, yes, but not completely worse than what we suffer through. At least I can breathe,” I told her. “Sometimes at home, when I have the mask on, it feels like I can’t get a complete breath when it comes to the humidity.”

She took one last sip of her wine and leaned over me, placing the drink on the very edge of the table.

Although likely innocent, my entire body went on alert the moment the tip of her nipple brushed against my chest.

My whole body felt like a lightning bolt shot through it, and I nearly lost my composure and dragged her from her position to bury my face between her breasts.

Somehow, though, I managed to sit completely still, allowing her to return to her seat without making an ass of myself.

“I have a confession,” she blurted, her face turning down and away from mine.

My lips kicked up.

Though I couldn’t see the blush, I knew it was there.

She had me intrigued. What did she have to confess that she was embarrassed about?

“What’s that?” I questioned, turning in the seat so my back was against the arm of the couch. My leg pulled up to rest against the couch cushions, which inevitably made my cock jut forward, tenting the towel.

Not that she could see that my cock was now pointing directly at her. It was too dark.

I knew, though.

Then it started to bounce, and I almost interrupted what she was about to say by pulling her into my arms. However, the next words out of her mouth had me freezing.

“I know all your stats,” she blurted.

My brows rose.

“Yeah?” I asked.

I knew this already.

I’d seen her wall. I’d seen my life-size picture. It honestly didn’t surprise me at this point, and I kind of liked that she was a tad bit obsessed with me.

She nodded.

“And I followed your career, starting from when you were in college.” The moonlight lit half of her face, enabling me to see the sheepishness that was written all over it.

“You haven’t mentioned that before,” I teased.

“I had a major crush on you,” she huffed out a small laugh. “It was embarrassing, really. That first day, when you said to move out of your seat…that was the highlight of my life, having you talk to me.”

I snorted.

“I’m no different or better than the next man, Sway,” I groaned. “Don’t put me on a pedestal because I’ll surely fall,” I hesitated. “I’m just a country boy. I grew up in Arkansas, on a farm. I used to get up at the crack of dawn, check the cows. Run fences. Hell, three quarters of the time I went to school with cow shit on my shoes.”

She started to giggle. “Like your father?”

I nodded in all seriousness. “Exactly like my father. When I’m done with baseball, that’s where I’m going to be. Right back there, hand in hand with my brothers, taking care of the ranch.”

“You’re not going to live fat and happy on the lake?” she giggled.

I grinned. “Well,” I hesitated, just now thinking about having to leave the lake house behind. “The fat part, no. I don’t want to be fat. But I’ll keep my lake house. I love the fuck out of it.”

She snorted.

“So eloquent,” she teased.

“That’s me, never at a loss for words, even if they aren’t so well spoken,” I rolled my eyes, and we sat in silence as we both thought about what I’d said.

“How far away is your parents’ ranch?” she asked, interrupting my silence.

“They live just over the Texas/Arkansas border. They own about 200 acres, and run some wild horses, as well as cows, on it,” I expounded.

“My family and I grew up in the city. I have never once ridden a horse,” she smiled. “Though, my mom says I rode a donkey once.”

I chuckled. “That’s brave of you. All the donkeys I’ve come into contact with are ornery. I don’t think I would ever try to ride one.”

“It was once at a fair,” she explained, her hand dropping down to the seat between us. Only inches from my still hard cock.

If she lifted her hand slightly up and to the right, she’d be touching it, and my dick pulsed at the thought.

“I was a newborn when I was on my first horse with my dad. He said it was the only way to get me to shut up…apparently, I had colic like a motherfucker for three months,” I explained.

She shivered. “I can’t imagine. My brother has a kid, you know.”

My brows rose.

“What?” I asked. “Isn’t he like twenty-two?”

She nodded. “He is. Though, he got his high school girlfriend pregnant when she was sixteen, and he was seventeen.”

I blinked.

“Are they still together?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “They are.”

“Wow,” I murmured. “You think they’ll make it?”

A small grin graced her mouth.

“I do,” she confirmed with a short tilt of her head. “They have that once-in-a-lifetime kind of love that will stand the test of time.”

“Fame changes people,” I muttered.

She nodded her head in agreement. “That’s why he went to the team he did. It was close to us, and he had our parents support, as well as her parents, if they ever needed it.”

“That’s amazing,” I murmured. “My older brothers have been married since they were all eighteen.”

“They’re married?” Sway asked in surprise.

I nodded.

“They all have three kids, too,” I confirmed. “Hannibal and I are the lone rangers.”

She snickered.

“They don’t seem the type,” she admitted. “Too much wildness, I guess.”

“They’re wild,” I agreed. “Dad and Mom raised a bunch of hotheads.”

“Why weren’t you married at eighteen, then?” She tilted her head to the side.

“I almost was,” I said. “But when I went to college, she didn’t want to go with me. She wanted to stay there and play the rancher’s wife…and that just wasn’t what I was looking for at that point in time.”

“So, you broke up?” she guessed.

I nodded. “Ellie and I were good together…but she was too meek. I should’ve seen that for what it was.”

“You’re not telling me all of it,” Sway guessed.

I tossed her a grin, despite the fact that she couldn’t see it.

“No, I’m not,” I agreed. “But I don’t want you to think badly of my brother before you’ve had the chance to meet him.”

“Okay,” Sway hesitated. “Tell me.”

I sighed.

“When I left, Hannibal…”

“I still can’t get over his name.” Sway interjected.

I nodded.

She waved me on to finish, even though I knew she wanted to say something else about, it which was a fairly normal reaction to Han’s name. Now, it worked since he was a special operations bad ass. Then, when we were in school, everyone teased him relentlessly.

Though that was the name of the game in school. You were made fun of for just about anything, names included.

“Hannibal had about three weeks before he went into the Air Force after I left, and in that time, they got close.”

“You mean they did it,” Sway demanded, sounding offended on my behalf.

I started to chuckle.

“Down tiger,” I soothed, patting her bared thigh.

“I can’t help it,” she grumbled. “I don’t think it’s right. Especially after only a couple of weeks since you split.”

“You have to understand,” I murmured. “In high school, Hannibal, Ellie, and I were a package deal. Where I went, they went. We were The Three Musketeers, and we did everything together.”

“That’s still not right.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“No, maybe not,” I agreed. “But I didn’t do anything with Ellie, thankfully. She was never really mine,” I hesitated. “I never made her mine…do you understand?”

“You never made her yours,” she nodded her head. “Meaning you never fucked her.”

I nodded in agreement. “Right. I’m not proud of how I acted when I was younger, and maybe that’s why I acted the way I did, because I knew she wasn’t mine.”

“And your brother somehow did before he left and then felt obligated to marry her?” Sway guessed.

I grinned.

“My brother felt like shit…and still does. However, they’re not married.” I pointed out. “So don’t make him feel like it when you meet him. He’s a sensitive soul…once you get past the crusty exterior.”

“Are your brother and Ellie still together?” Sway asked.

I shook my head.

“They aren’t,” I grimaced. “After he left, he never came back. I think they still talk, but she wants to have the whole marriage, five point seven kids, and matching male and female Golden Retrievers. That’s never been his dream. They tried to give it a go, but the first time he wasn’t able to talk for six weeks, she called it off.”

“Five point seven kids?” she grinned, then shook her head, catching my teasing despite the tense conversation. “I couldn’t even imagine. If you were in the military, I might seriously be rethinking our relationship right now. The idea of anyone I care about putting their life on the line on a daily basis scares the absolute crap out of me.”

She lifted her hand that was resting between us up, and that’s when she touched my cock, halting all conversation.

I hissed when she came into contact with it, but I managed to hold onto my composure. Barely.

At least until she latched onto it with her hot little hand, rendering me unable to think clearly.

The next thing I knew, I had a lap full of willing woman, and I didn’t have one single thing to complain about.

“You wanna know something?” she breathed, her mouth only millimeters away from mine.

“What?” I growled, leaning forward a fraction of an inch until our lips were just barely touching.

She didn’t kiss me, and I didn’t kiss her.

Instead, I waited to see what she had to say, and she didn’t disappoint.

“I’d wait for you forever,” she whispered. “If you left, I’d be here, right where you left me, waiting for you to come back. Even if it killed me to do that.”

A smile kicked up the corner of my lips.

“Is that right?” I teased, latching onto her hips and pushing her down as I ground my hips up.

She gasped when the hard column of my cock came into contact with her pussy. Even covered with a thick towel it knew exactly where it wanted to go.

“Take this off,” she tugged on the towel.

She stood up when I couldn’t budge it between us, and I momentarily lost my train of thought when her pussy came to within a few inches of my face.

“Oh, God,” she inhaled, trying to insert some space between us, while I was wrapping my arms around her.

My hands at the backs of her thighs wouldn’t let her.

My first reaction to being so close to her was to inhale her scent. My nose traced down her abdomen, inhaling lightly.

There was a faint trace of the soap I’d used to wash her a few minutes before, but mostly it was just her mouthwatering aroma. All fucking her.

Stiffening my tongue, I found the top of her slit and pushed, letting my tongue slide down between the cleft.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she whispered, her hands in my hair tightened to the point of pain.

I couldn’t reach much with the way she was standing, thighs slightly apart, but I could reach her clit.

I lowered my mouth and my tongue darted out to play with it, swirling around the tight bud while she squirmed against my face.

“Fuck!” she cried out. “Hancock! I’m close.”

I smiled against her mound, and in an act of devilishness, I moved my hands from the backs of her thighs to the bottom part of her ass.

The moment my thumbs came into contact with the lips of her sex, I could feel the wetness there, saturating her.

“You want to sit on my cock?” I asked her, widening her thighs with my hands until I could slip my two thumbs between the folds of her sex. “Or do you want me to fuck you with my thumbs,” I pushed both of them inside of her at once, causing her to squeal. “Until you come?”

She was panting, her hips bucking as she tried to find her release.

I wouldn’t let it come, though. Not yet.

She had to answer me first. I returned to playing with her clit.

I grinned when she didn’t answer. Though, I knew that it was likely that she couldn’t. Not with the way I was filling her pussy as well as sucking on her clit.

“Sway?” I asked, pinching her clit between my teeth lightly before letting it go completely. “What do you want?”

“Your cock,” she breathed. “I want your cock!”

The smile that graced my lips was nothing short of triumphant.

“Then take it. Climb on and fuck me, Sway,” I ground out, yanking my towel away.

The moment the word ‘fuck’ left my mouth, she placed a knee on either side of my legs and began lowering herself onto me.

I worked quickly to line my dick up to her entrance, and the moment she felt it where she needed it, she took me inside.

Not fast, at least not at first.

Slow. So slow, that I thought she was literally trying to kill me.

What was it about this woman that had me acting like a horny teenager again?

I hadn’t wanted to come like this since I was fifteen and had lost my virginity.

I’ve had control over my cock and orgasms for years. But the moment she had me fully seated inside of her, I was ready to come. That wasn’t me.

I wasn’t acting like me.

So…ask me if I cared.

Because there was only one answer to that.

I didn’t.

Not one single bit.

“Fuck me, Sway,” I urged her, lifting her hips. “Fuck me hard and fast.”

She looked a little hesitant, maybe a little nervous, but when my hands went to her breasts, something seemed to click inside of her.

I held on to her breasts as she worked to take us both there.

The round globes of perfectly succulent flesh bounced in my hands as she hurriedly fucked me.

My head fell forward, and I brought Sway’s tight nipple to my mouth, pulling the turgid tip between my lips, biting, licking and flicking as I did.

Which only served to push her even faster.

I closed my eyes at some point as I started to hope that I could hold out long enough for her to come, and when I felt her lean forward, pressing both of her breasts into my face as she hugged my neck tightly, I realized that she was just as close—if not closer—than I was myself.

The moment she had purchase on my neck, she started to slam herself down, using her arms around my neck to steady herself.

“Oh, God,” her voice quivered in my ear. “Fuck yes!”

I started to come.

My cock swelled, and my release left me in a rush, filling her insides in warm, wet pulses.

Her orgasm overtook her at about the same time, and I cursed loudly as she started to massage me with that sweet pussy.

“Fuck!”

Her pussy rippled, and at one point I feared that she’d make me come again, but just as I was thinking it’d never end, it slowly waned until nothing else remained but some very delicious aftershocks.

The silence that followed was blissful.

So blissful, in fact, that I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to leave this place.

“Son of a whore, but that was bloody brilliant.”

We both froze and looked over our shoulders, but there was nothing there that we could make out through the darkness.

“Who is that?” she whispered.

Then she slapped me on the chest.

“Stop laughing,” she ordered.

I couldn’t help it.

I really couldn’t.

There was literally nothing that could be done at this point but to laugh.

“I can’t believe you made us do this outside. How much do you think he could hear?” she whispered.

“All of it!” came the British accent once again.

I winced.

“This is about as private as the room we were just in,” I whispered to her. “There’s nothing you can do on this porch that anyone can see. Look at the walls. They’re enclosed and separated by about a foot and a half of concrete.”

She shook her head.

“Let’s go inside. Maybe order some dinner.” She stood, leaving me feeling bereft.

Then a thought occurred to me.

“Shit!” I exploded. “We have to go!”

Sway’s confusion was evident on her face, and I was quick to explain.

“I promised one of the rookies on the other team that I’d have dinner with him. We’re supposed to be there in like twenty minutes.”

Sway followed me, and without a word, she got dressed and had dinner with us.

And as I watched her that night and during the next day, I realized that I was falling in love with this woman.

Hard and fast.

It was a feeling that hit me like that fastball straight to my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and I wasn’t sure I would ever be the same again.