Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (20 page)

“Do you want to come,
morenita
?” he asks, his voice teasing. He knows that I do.

After almost twenty years together, he knows exactly what I want, but the cruel bastard wants me to tell him. He loves to hear me beg; he loves to have his strong, spicy, wild wife at his knees –
begging
.

“Please, please, Los,
please, baby
,” I beg shamelessly.

I want to come and I am not too proud to beg the peacock of a man.

His hand leaves my wrists and slides around to my clit. I almost cry tears of relief when his fingers gently press against me. I do cry out when he begins to rub firm circles and then I groan when he gently taps me. I come screaming his name along with whatever else leaves my mouth on a sobbing, crying rampage.

Carlos releases my hair and grabs my hips roughly, wrenching them even higher before he begins to fuck me so rough, I swear to Jesus he is going to rip me in half. I wouldn’t care if he did either. It feels so good, my pussy still pulsing around his hard cock. He grunts and stills, his cock filling me with his come. I shiver beneath him and then sigh when my wrist restrains are released and he collapses on top of my back, his cock still buried inside of me and his lips gently caressing the back of my neck.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, my dirty girl,” he grumbles.

He gently slides the butt plug out of me before he carries me into the bathroom. My relaxing bath is a distant memory as he starts the shower and cleanses me of sweat and lube.

“I love you, Los,” I whisper as I curl into his body once we are back in bed, my head resting against his chest.

“
Te adoro
, Victoria,” he murmurs against my hair, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

“This life wouldn’t be worth living without you right here by my side,” I confess. Carlos groans.

“Don’t make me fuck you again,” he grumbles.

“What, like it’s such a fucking chore?” I bark, sitting up and narrowing my eyes on him.

“Fuck, I love it when you get all bitchy, baby.”

I roll my eyes and lay back down, exhaustion fully setting in.

“You’re crazy,” I mumble.

“Crazy for your bitchy ass. Now go to sleep,” he orders.

I do, but not because he told me to. I’m fucking exhausted. I have four children, two of them one year old twins, and five a.m. comes pretty damn early after your husband literally fucks you into the mattress.

I close my eyes and feel Carlos’ lips brush my temple, his strong arms wrapped around my body, holding me close, tight, lovingly and even sweetly.

I meant it when I said that this life of ours wouldn’t be worth living without him by my side. Nights with him make the insanity of the days worth it.

Watching him love our children makes me want to be a better mother and wife.

He’s that damn good
.

Never loses his cool, always there when the kids or I need him.

He’s my everything.

Since I was fourteen years old, he’s been my everything.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this man who has been there for me through it all. Growing old with him won’t be a chore, it will be my greatest blessing, other than our children.

I cannot wait to see what the rest of this beautiful life holds for us.

THE END

Also by Hayley Faiman

Men of Baseball Series —

Pitching for Amalie

Catching Maggie

Forced Play for Libby

Russian Bratva Series —

Owned by the Badman

Seducing the Badman (April 2016)

Notorious Devils MC Series —

Rough & Rowdy (March 2016)

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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.

Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After sixteen years together, he’s still the love of her life. Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard, before they moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to Hill Country in Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named
Optimus Prime
.

Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights - those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.

Thank you to my husband.
Always
. He’s my biggest supporter. Without him I wouldn’t be living my dream. Love you babes.

My mom.
Always
. My best friend and the one who has encouraged me since I wrote my first story at the age of 5. Thanks Banana Boots.

Celia
. I dedicated this book to you for a reason. My friend for over twenty years (YIKES. How did we get so old?) Thank you for helping me with my Spanish. Thank you for asking me…. Important questions like:
This can’t be over... what about Carlos and Victoria?
Then Carlos and Victoria decided they needed their own little tidbit and boom this Novella was born.

Rosalyn
– RC Martin.
Babe
. Need I say more? Thank you for editing this. For encouraging me, for being my sounding board, and for being my friend.

Cassy Roop
… Pink Ink Designs.. This cover is so beautiful and you are such a talent and treasure. I feel blessed to have found you!!

Stacey Blake
– Champagne Formats thank you for the gorgeous inside. Your attention to detail is outstanding and I always feel confident that my books will be beautiful with you in charge!

To my fans and everybody who decided to read this series, who fell in love with the Men of Baseball that I created.

Thank you
.

Without you I wouldn’t be living my dream and loving every single second of it.