Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (28 page)

“Oh, I’m sure they
thought
it’d be a challenge to get through them all.”

I explore the rest of the suite, quickly finding the stack of wedding gifts waiting for us, along with a large bassinet in the center of the sitting area. White lace coverings with a big, red bow on top.
Super
expensive.

“Ah, jeez,” I say, shaking my head as I look inside.

Hunter lingers over my shoulder. “Ah, jeez.”

A handwritten note sits on the tiny pillow with that instantly recognizable swishing penmanship.

Home Run Baby 2, please.

Love, Trisha

“Absolutely not,” he says.

“I agree.” I reach in and crumble up the note. “I’m keeping the crib, though.”

He laughs and slides his suit jacket off.

I lay Violet inside, happy that our excitement hasn’t woken her up at all. This girl has had a long day of getting tossed around to various strangers and loved ones. She’s more exhausted than any of us.

Hunter wraps his arm around my waist. “How’s she doing?” he whispers, laying kisses on my neck.

“Perfect, as always.”

“Just like her mother.”

I laugh softly and turn around to meet his lips. “One could argue that I am, in fact, wildly imperfect.”

“And I would argue that’s what makes you perfect.”

We kiss again, held close in each other’s embrace. He lifts me up and silently carries me towards the bedroom on the other side of the suite.

“You look amazing in this dress,” he says, setting me down beside the bed.

“And you can really rock a tuxedo,” I say, looking down to his shiny shoes.

His fingers brush my collarbone. “I almost don’t even want to undress you...”

“Oh, you better,” I laugh. “This thing costs more than my camera.”

He winces. “Yeah, we better take it off.”

I spin around to present the zipper. “Slowly,” I tease.

He licks his lips and finds the metal zipper buried between white satin. As he pulls it down, the gentle tapping tickles my spine and he kisses my neck again. I shudder with warmth, feeling his lips curl against my skin.

The zipper reaches my lower back and Hunter slides his hands around me, pulling me closer until our bodies touch.

“Thank you,” he whispers to me.

I crane back to look at him. “For what?”

“For letting me love you.” He kisses my cheek. “For being my wife.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, feeling smug.

His lips brush against mine. “And for her.”

I kiss him back. “I think I should be thanking you for that one.”

“I know I’ve said it before, but...” He turns me around to face him. “You’re extraordinary.”

“You make me extraordinary,” I point out.

He smiles and pulls me in for a hard kiss; full of passion and need. “I love you, Daisy.”

I grip his belt, holding him against me. “I love you, Hunter.”

We lean against the bed and our lips never part ways as we slowly lay down together.

He sits back and hooks his fingers inside my dress. I balance off the mattress to let him slide it off my body. He keeps his eyes on me the entire time, watching as my breasts rise and fall and he bites his lip as he reveals the curve of my hips. Hunter has always looked at me the exact same way; starting with the night we met until now. Even when I felt my body was unrecognizable, he wanted me.

He lays the dress over the back of a nearby chair and returns to me in my white bra and panties. I sit up to take hold of his belt and he caresses my cheek as I unzip him. He bends over to kiss me, breathing hard as I start to pull him down with me.

Violet cries out from the other room and smiles stretch across our faces.

“How does she
always
know?” I ask.

Hunter kisses me. “Stay here. I got it.”

“You sure?”

He chuckles. “My bed, my rules. Remember?” His tongue taps my lips, fueling the fire in me but he slides away.

I sit up on my elbows and watch him as he leaves me in heat alone. My ears focus, cutting out the city outside in favor of hearing him talk to his little girl.

The crying stops within seconds and his deep voice mixes with her happy laugh.

I stand off the bed and open the closet in the corner to find a robe hanging inside. I put it on and move quietly to the doorway to watch.

Hunter paces slowly in front of the windows, pointing out into the world and Violet sits in his arm with wide eyes. It’s not the first view like this she’s seen on the road with us, and it won’t be the last, but she never grows tired of the flashing city lights and passing cars on the streets below.

As for me, I never grow tired of this view either. Hunter and his little
baller-ina
. Daddy and his little girl. Ever since the night she was born and I woke up to see him standing there with her in his big hands and panic in his eyes. He’s far more confident now. She’s his baby. Always will be.

I move with soft feet towards the door and zip open my camera bag.

Hunter senses me behind them and he smiles at me. He whispers in her little ear and Violet spins her head to look in my direction, as if she understands every word he says, and laughs.

I snap a photo of the two of them cloaked in moonlight.
Fierce and protective
, as Trisha once described him.

I set the camera down to join them by the window. Hunter lays a kiss on my forehead and I rest my head on his shoulder. Violet has already succumbed to a great yawn and she closes her blue eyes.

We slowly rock Violet back to sleep and slink away to resume our wedding night together. Quiet as mice, we undress and pleasure each other, taking our time making this night last for as long as possible.

Hunter pins my wrists above my head to hold me in place. I melt beneath him, widening my legs and meeting every thrust he gives me. It’s a mess of sweat and wrinkled sheets and condom wrappers around us but we don’t care.

He sinks his teeth into my neck and I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. Pleasure ripples through me, pushing me to the edge and he knows it. His lips crush mine and they vibrate together with low moans.

My body shakes, signaling a coming thunder and he kinks his brow. “Daisy… you think you’re going to come, don’t you?” he whispers with a devious smirk.

I laugh and nibble his lips. My husband and his dirty mouth. “I can’t stop…”

Hunter slows his thrust, driving me even crazier for him. I feel him sliding in and out, every inch ticking at me until I can barely hold it in.

“Let me feel it,” he says, drawing a line up my neck with his tongue. “I want to feel my wife’s hungry pussy as she comes for me.”

I clench my jaw as I come for him and he lays a hand over my mouth, blocking out the sound. He grins with victory and gives me one last hard thrust before coming himself. His cock pulsates inside of me. His hands slip down to my breasts and thighs. He never takes his hands off me and I never want him to.

“Home Run Hunter!”
I tease, pretending to shout.
“Home Run Hunter!”

He laughs even harder, quickly losing his breath.

“Just how do you manage to crack so many home runs every game?” I ask, throwing on a professional voice.

“Well,” he says, playing along, “it’s quite simple, actually. All you gotta do is train hard, keep your eye on the ball, and find a very naughty lady to keep you warm at night.”

“Is that all?” I chuckle.

“Pretty much.” He rolls onto his side. “The naughtier, the better.”

We lie together in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts race in our chests. After a few minutes, our pulses slow and the sweat on our brows dries up. I close my eyes as exhaustion takes over me.

Hunter lays a kiss on my nose. “So, what do you think?” he whispers. “Wanna skip to the end?”

“No,” I answer, curling into his embrace. “I think I’ll let this one play out.”

He pulls me closer to him, spooning me against his chest and I fall silent. I feel the subtle push of his breath on my back and the strength of his hand resting on my stomach. His lips purse on my shoulder, sending beads of warmth down my spine.

I smile, completely devoid of tears and sadness. I’m content,
happy
…

Also, it’s baseball season. My favorite season.

And
no one
is gonna ruin that for me.

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xoxo

TK

WHIPLASH

A SPORTS ROMANCE

TABATHA KISS

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WHIPLASH

A SPORTS ROMANCE

BY TABATHA KISS

If I’m a player…

Then she’s the coach.

ELIZA

My dad doesn’t want me socializing with the team.

But I’ve never been much of a daddy’s girl.

Junior Morgan thinks he can flash a wink and get me in his bed.

I won’t make it so easy for him.

Sorry, quarterback. You want me?

You’re gonna have to earn it.

Let’s play.

JUNIOR

The new coach doesn’t want the team involved with his daughter.

But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

Eliza Pierce thinks she’s won her little game.

I’m not giving up so easy.

Sorry, honey. I know what I want.

You have no idea who you’re playing with.

Bring it on.

A handsome playboy. The coach’s forbidden daughter.

College football’s Most Valuable Player has met his match!