Hearing his grunts grow louder, I dig my nails into his back just before he bites down into my shoulder. I know it won’t be long. I’m already hovering dangerously close to the edge.
“Ah, Mick… I-”
“Elsa, I need you to come for me.” He pants, plowing into me with repetitive thrusts against this dark, dingy wall. Each plunge of his hard cock causes his pelvis to strike deliciously against my clit. “You’re going to make me fucking come, Els. I need you to give it to me.”
My body starts to shake, my thighs tightening around him, and I dig my nails deeper into his back and shoulders, knowing this climax will be powerful. I’m praying he’ll keep me pinned against this wall so I don’t topple over in its wake.
“Micky, I’m coming. Oh, god.” I feel my entire body begin to shake and give in to the rush. I turn my face into his neck, attempting to muffle my cries. The reverberation within the dugout makes our carnal noises sound almost more pained than hedonistic.
Michael’s pace picks up, and he lets out an almost torturous growl as he wildly slams into me three more times before he straightens. Compressing my body between his overheated form and the rough cement wall behind me, I can sense the moment he empties into me. I can practically feel the heat as he erupts deeply into my core, my sex still quivering around him.
“Holy, fuck.” He exhales as he glides his cock in and out of me in a rhythmic motion as if trying to make this moment last as long as possible. Burying his face in my hair, he lays sweet kisses along the now flushed skin of my throat. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” I giggle.
Mick gently lowers me to the ground and slowly withdraws. He kisses me on both cheeks and my forehead before he tucks himself back in and then helps to straighten my clothes. I cringe at the realization of my current state. I’m suddenly aware we haven’t used a condom. I’m on birth control, but I’m no longer wearing panties.
“Mick. Please tell me we’re headed straight home. I think I’m going to be a mess.”
An almost proud, maniacal chuckle erupts from his chest. “Ah, princess. I plan to walk behind you the whole way to the car. I want to watch my seed dribble down your leg and remember every moment of this night. Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”
My mouth drops open at his words. I’m marrying a dirty-talking sex-crazed maniac.And I love it.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home.” He laughs. “I think I’m going to need your help with something when we get there.” Taking my hand, he lifts it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles just above my shiny new engagement ring. We walk hand in hand out of the dugout to the side entrance of the stadium, close to where we’ve parked, like this evening was just like any other spent watching our beloved home team.
Pulling me into his side, his tattoo-covered arm around my shoulders, he chuckles. “So, where does one take Elsa on her honeymoon?”
Smiling up at him, I answer, “Somewhere warm.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
6 MONTHS LATER
Mick
Lying on my side, I take in my sleeping princess. Her platinum locks tumble down her bare porcelain skin as she slumbers peacefully. Leaning forward, I watch how her long dark lashes caress her soft skin as a few unruly strands of hair dance against her light exhales. I’ve hit the lottery with this woman by my side.
My life hasn’t ended up the way I planned. There’s no big-league baseball career with a bank account to match. I’m peddling prosthetic medical devices in my travels, not my autograph. I don’t have a baller’s fancy house, car, or boat. The only trophies on my shelf have Little League Coach inscribed on them. But I wouldn’t change a thing.
The richness I’ve discovered after letting Ava into my life is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. Rolling back onto my pillow, I stretch my arms, folding them under my head in reflection. We only returned from our honeymoon in Fiji a month ago. While the unhindered time alone with her in a beautiful tropical setting was amazing, I can’t help the smile that instantly appears whenever I recall the magical day I married my dream girl.
Our wedding day was perfect. Ava had never attended church with her mother. They’d gone occasionally when her father still lived with them, but her mother became quite the recluse following her divorce. There’s no judgment. Carolyn is a good person and did the best she could given her circumstances. The depression and debilitating migraines didn’t allow for much beyond the bare necessities.
Ava appeared excited the moment she saw the little house of worship where my mother and I had attended services. It’s nothing fancy. A small white church adorned in rich mahogany, deep red wool carpeting, and various scenes from The Bible displayed in stained glass over the baptismal as well as each window on either side of the congregation. I’d taken the pretty place of worship for granted all of these years until I saw the wonder in Ava’s eyes as she took it in. “It’s perfect,” she’d said with tears shining in her eyes.
We married within five months of our engagement. The air was crisp, and the church was adorned in white lights, poinsettias, and Christmas trees strategically placed about the small building. We only had to show up, no additional decorations were required. There were candles all aglow as I stood at the front of the church, awaiting the arrival of my fairytale goddess. As the beautiful memories dance through my mind, I reach over to caress Ava’s long tresses, careful not to awaken her.
Zach was a no-brainer for my best man. I was surprised he agreed to stand by me, given his stance on marriage and the like. But he’s always been my best mate, and I knew he wouldn’t let me down. My family was front and center, Emmaleigh beaming at us like she was starring in a rom-com worthy of Netflix. I guess, in hindsight, she had a lot to do with the union of our two lost souls. I owe that sweet girl so much for never giving up on us.
Ava’s friend, Eve, stood by her side as the maid of honor. I love that they’re so close, particularly given how I’m on the road several days a week. Eve’s accepted a position in the St. Luke’s emergency department, and I’m grateful Ava has Eve and Joanie to look out for her while she’s at work. Her new boss, Nick, sounds okay as well. A far cry from Dr. Stark, that’s for sure. He’s already forced her to go home when a migraine took hold. I’m grateful for his understanding. But I digress.
The moment the church doors swung wide, and I finally saw my beautiful girl at the end of the aisle, was surprising. I assumed when my love walked to join me, she’d do it alone with her head held high. She’s taken care of herself and her mother for so long. Independent and strong, she needed no one to give her away. When she told me her father, Greg, and his new wife and kids would be attending the wedding, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Yet, he respectfully sat in the pews with Lauren and the children as Ava’s cousin, Carson, escorted her.
Glancing back down at her now, haphazardly wrapped in cream linen sheets that have fallen to expose the length of her tantalizing back, I picture her as she glided down the aisle of that church like a vision. She took my breath away. Ava was every bit the fairytale princess come to life. Her gown was a simple pearly white long sleeve satin gown that had a scoop neck. Her veil was long and flowed behind her like a cloud. But she could have worn a Flying Squirrels T-shirt and wouldn’t have looked less radiant.
Yet the crowning glory was her shining bright blue eyes and her gorgeous hair. She wore it down with small crystal snowflakes artfully adorned in it. The monotone white bouquet, dress, and veil stood to let her deep irises and blushed cheeks steal the show as she practically floated toward me. If Elsa herself had come to life, she wouldn’t have been as luminous.
I’d like to say all eyes were on my beautiful bride, but somehow I’d broken contact with Ava long enough to see the hungry gaze of the man accompanying her. I remember following the path of his stare to the maid of honor who was gazing back at him coyly. Unsure if I was making more of this than I should, I chuckle as I recall sharing my observations with my new wife later that evening, and she confirmed she had her own suspicions about the two of them.
