Igniting the Wild Sparks (23 page)

Becks
slides her mouth down and sucks hard on my neck, not even low enough to hide it. Pam’s going to have a good laugh, but I don’t care.

With m
y hands frozen on her tits, Becks hums over my skin, marking me as hers, but all of this is sensory overload, and getting me close to losing my mind and my load. When she moves to kiss my throat, I feebly ask, “How long are you going to do this to me before I’m affirmed the winner?” I have to fixedly concentrate on not squeezing my fingers into her tits or I’ll absolutely be done for.

From the crook of my neck, Becks declares, “I guess I can stop now. I’ll go get dressed.” She
tantalizingly drags her tongue back up my neck and then over to my jaw. She grips my hands and presses them into her tits so I’ll grab them tighter. She hotly moans and I officially give up. I drop my right hand and tear at the crotch of her underwear, exposing her pussy.

She sits back, her eyes ablaze with desire, but she tries to play innocent, asking,
“What are you doing?” She knows exactly what I’m doing because she has me by the short and curlies.

I
ominously glower at her. “I lose. Now fuck me, Hadley.”

She
haughtily gasps. “No. You should aim to win.”

Deliberately shaking my head,
I growl, “No fucking way. I give up. I surrender. I concede. I forfeit.
Whatever
. I want you. You’ve had your fun teasing me.” I jerk her to me by the cotton material and force her hips down onto me. When I easily slide into her, I groan and slam my head back on the couch cushion.

Becks, always the voice of reason a little too late, says, “Finn, wait.”

Clutching both her hips, I smoothly glide her back and forth, her glossy hair tumbling over her shoulders. Amid my panting, I mutter, “Huh-uh. Don’t care. You won. I want my hot fuck on the couch with you. Don’t you
dare
stop.”

She claws at my gray T-shirt and rides me. “What’s gotten into
me
? What’s gotten into
you
?”

“You. Your teasing. I told you I can’t get enough of you.”
I sit us up, touching my lips to hers. “You do things to me, Hadley Beckett. I can’t resist you. You’re my ultimate downfall. Can’t you tell?”

Her fingers trail down my cheek. “You feel so good inside me, Sparks. I can feel your love.”

“Feel it, Hadley, because I love you to the stars.”

“I love you beyond. You’re my weakness, Finnigan Wilder.” Fuck, I’m already losing it.

“Becks,” I groan her name and look down to her pussy as I blast into her, knowing what I may have just done.

“What, Finn?” she whimpers as I feel her tightening.

I whisper up to her, “Love me, Becks. Make me feel it.”

She
moves faster on me. I don’t want her straining herself any more than she already did, so I help her by prodding her hips. “Sparks! Fuck! Oh, Finn!” Her snug warmth spreads over me and I bring her lips to mine, kissing her as we fall back to the couch.

When I feel the last of
her orgasm’s ripples, I end our kiss and breathlessly grin. Panting, she suspiciously asks, “What?”

I whisper,
“You just fucked a loser.”

“They’re always the last to know.” She giggles and I laugh, brushing her hair away so I can see her
beautiful face.

Shaking my head, I dazedly smile and sigh, “You’re so funny.”

Some thought suddenly crosses her mind and she sits up as her smile falters. “I wanted you to know that I have an appointment to see my doctor in a few weeks.”

I lightly grasp her thighs. “If you don’t want to go on it, that’s up to you. I’ll just use condoms. Anyway, I haven’t exactly been…
diligent these past couple times.”

Her gaze falls to my chest. “No, I guess not. You won’t have to wear them or worry once I get back on the Pill.
We shouldn’t have even had sex last night or now without anything.” I see the worry going on in her mind as her forehead wrinkles.

“Hey.” I clasp her chin and tilt her head back. “Becks, it’s okay. I’m not in a stupo
r or a high, like you call them, so let’s just leave it at that.” I truly feel bad that she might have a hard time getting pregnant or not being able to at all. I have to do something after last night’s colossal devastation. I need to make her happy somehow, even if it’s a major game-changer.

Am I
having second thoughts about knocking up Becks?

I don’t know.

Maybe.

Quite possibly.

Shit. How is this happening?

She looks unsure as she nods and kisses me.

Trust me. I’m confused as fuck, too.

We eat lunch and get to the ball field. I
had to borrow some of Becks’ makeup to cover my love bite, but it’s not the good stuff I have, so I’m expecting some jokes.

Becks told me about Morgan’s wedding
moving up two weeks. That cuts it close to the vacation I have planned with her. Weddings are a drag, but I’m especially not looking forward to that wedding. I don’t want to see Becks dancing with other men. She more than likely will also be dancing with Rodwell at some point during the night. The only thing besides alcohol that will get me through it would be seeing Becks in that mystery dress and knowing we’ll have a hotel room. If I’m even able to go to the wedding.

With
one arm hung over Becks’ shoulder, while carrying the bag of balls slung over mine, I make sure we walk slowly from the lot to the field. I’ll have to make another trip for the bats since Ricky will be out today again. He’s been working extra shifts, naturally when I need him the most. We haven’t even talked much this week, only texts here and there.

Reaching the field, I toss the bag down in front of the
bench Morgan is sitting on. I’m still pissed at her for attacking me at dinner; however, she’s not the reason I wanted to propose to Becks that night. I want Becks to know that I’m eternally hers, but how can I prove that when I’m such a pussy and won’t actually marry her?

With my arm around her, I pull Becks to me and kiss her cheek. Nodding to the bench, I say,
“Okay, Becks. Sit.” Off to the side, I notice Betsy and Shasta whispering. I narrow my eyes at them, causing them to instantly stop talking. Those bitches had better not give Becks a hard time or I will enjoy taking turns benching them for most of the games.

Looking to Becks, her
beautiful face scrunches into a frown. “I’m not a golden retriever, Finn.”

“You promised you would sit if I brought you.” She’s not going to argue with me and get hurt, particularly when she now
, very possibly, is carrying our child. I’ll take her home and watch her, if I have to. Though, I’m not a very good bodyguard since I can’t seem to control myself with her.

I pat her back as she pouts.
“So bossy,” she grumbles on the way to the bench while fixing her ponytail. I wish she’d leave her hair down more.

I put my hands on my hips. “Yep, I am. Cocky, too, and don’t you forget it,
dearest.” She pivots and her eyes grow large as her lips part, like she’s going to say something, but I beat her to it. “Morgan, make sure she’s camped out here with you. The doctor said for her to take it easy.” I’ve already done a literal fuck job of that one.

“I’ll watch her, coach.”
Morgan smiles and hooks her arm with Becks’. Shooting another warning glance to Shasta and Betsy, I pull down my sunglasses and stride away from the field to go get the bats.

I only
make it a short distance when Becks shouts, “I’m watching softball practice, not mining coal,
coach
!” I then hear giggling. She thinks I’m joking?

Sighing, I stop and turn around
, loudly saying, “Your mouth is going to get you into trouble.” I know of other ways she can put that mouth of hers to good use.

She stands and walks up to me, crossing her arms, striving to test me yet again, I know it. No doubt rubbing it in that I failed her last dare. Her green eyes spiritedly glitter. “Yep, but you
love me mouthy,
sweetie
.”

From behind my sunglasses, I impatiently roll my eyes, not in the mood to play around and she not listen to me. I guide her back to the bench and gently coerce her to take a seat once more.
Stooping, nose to nose, I tell her, “Sit. Stay.”

When I stand, she
asks, “Will you give me a doggie bone?” She puts her hands as if she’s begging like a dog, and pants. I inhale and restlessly lick my bottom lip. This was a bad idea to bring her. I’m not going to be able to focus on the team.

“No, but I bet he’ll give you
his
bone,” Rod says, walking in front of me and sitting down next to her.
Already did that, dipshit.
I can’t even keep my dick in my pants around her.

Exasperated from this conversation,
I shake my head and walk back to my car.

As I open my trunk
to grab the bats, a voice behind me says, “Hey there, Finn. How’s Hadley?”

Shutting the lid, I turn to Cara. “She’s okay. She’s benched for a week, maybe lon
ger. She
won’t
be playing shortstop anymore.”

She squints her blue eyes in the sun. “Why? I thought she was doing a good job.”

I set the bag down, lean against the back of my car and cross my arms. “I don’t want her in the infield.”

Cara puts
her hands in her back pockets, and it pushes her tits outward more in her white T-shirt. They’re nice, but nothing like my Becks’. “Really? I think it’d be a waste for her to be in the outfield.” She grins. Her lipstick is too much. I love how Becks keeps it low-key if she wears any at all, which I prefer her without.

“Why do you care? You didn’t seem to before.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t see her play yesterday. She was good.”

“Well, I’d rather her not get hit again.”

“You can’t give her preferential treatment, Finn. Anyone can get hit.”

“I’m not as concerned with anyone else.
Hadley is my priority.” She’s everything to me.

She perceptively shakes her head.
“You seem a little overprotective of her more than usual. Is there something going on?”

I scratch my jaw and thrust my other hand into my jeans pocket. “No.” I’m not telling her anything else. I
’ve told her too much already.

“She’s not pregnant, is she?” She might be after our most recent sexcapades.

Crossing my arms, I frown and look past her to the field, even though she can’t see my eyes too well behind my glasses. “What makes you ask that?” I have no time for this bullshit. I need to get back so I can keep an eye on Becks.

“She got hit in the stomach. Did she find out at the hospital or something?”

“No. Where do you draw these conclusions? I just don’t want her getting hit again in the same spot. With bruising already there, it could kill her.” And that would kill me.

Still sounding somewhat doubtful, she replies,
“Okay. Rod feels so bad about hitting her.”

I look back to Cara.
“I’m sure he does. It’s not like he would intentionally hurt her. They’re coworkers and friends.”

“He seemed
really
upset.”

“Yeah. Not a surprise. I think he’d be upset if he had hit anyone.”

“No. Hadley’s different.” I know she is.

“Like I said, they’re friends.”

“They definitely look close.” She nods her head to the side and I look over. Rod has his arm around her and his head close to hers. My body tenses and I grit my teeth. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No,” I lie.

“Before you got here yesterday, he was basically pawing all over her. She didn’t seem to mind. And then last Saturday when you were at the speedway, he was picking her up and touching her a lot. Do you think they’re…?”

I snap my head back to her. “Do I think they’re
what
?
Fucking?” I didn’t give it much thought until Cara started pointing out the signs recently. Am I that blind? Becks said they’re just friends and he’s like a brother. I believe her. I seriously want to.