Wild Pitch (Daytona Fury, #1)

by C.L. Rose

“What a beautiful mess you made, Mayhem,” he says. “I’ve never seen anything prettier than you when you come.”

He’s the kindest, most selfless man I’ve ever met, and he deserves the world.

“You’re fucking perfection, Monroe. Thank you for letting me be who I am with you. I’ve never let go like this with anyone else,”

I’m done pretending I’m not really falling for her.

“You’re not broken. Even if that were the case, and you did require those things during sex, that’s okay. It’s the guy’s responsibility to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re getting what you need. If he can’t, he doesn’t deserve you. Right?”

“Baby, let me show you how perfect you are,”

I can’t tell her I’d get on my knees and beg for a shot if I thought she’d say yes. That I’ve stolen glances every chance I could get when we’ve crossed paths in Hope Harbor, and she’s taken my breath away on several occasions. That the only reason I even touched anyone else after her was to erase the memory of how she felt, knowing I’d never have her again.

I’m going to make this beautiful body fall apart for me so many times, you’ll forget anyone else has ever been inside it.”

“Holy shit, baby,” I grunt. “You’re gripping me so tight, I can barely see straight.”

This woman fucking owns me, and wearing her pleasure is a privilege I’ll never take for granted again.

“Riggs. You feel so fucking good,” she breathes, throwing her head back in pleasure. “I love your cock.” Well, shit. Listen to the mouth on this one. “Use it, baby. Use it to make yourself come,”

She’s breathtaking,

she just tightens her grip, smirking down at me before uttering the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Shut the fuck up and take this cunt like a good boy.” Gone. Dead. Good-fucking-bye.

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can’t tell if it’s from the overexertion or the fact that I’m falling so hard for this girl that it forgot how to work properly. Could be either one, to be honest.

“You are everything, baby,”

I head toward the bedroom door, pausing and turning to take one more look at the beautiful woman who stole my heart, and thanking my lucky stars for bringing her back to me.

There’s no need to act like I’m crazy about him…because I am. And it scares the shit out of me.

Jesus Tapdancing Christ, this man’s mouth is lethal.

I never allowed myself to think about a future with any of them because I was never willing to put my heart on the line. But with Monroe? She can fucking have it. It’s all hers if she wants it.

I’m falling in love with Monroe Decker. I shake my head at the revelation, huffing a laugh—because holy shit—

We watch them go up the stairs like two lovesick puppy dogs until they disappear down the hallway. I only realize I’m still staring when Tanner blows out a quiet whistle and sucks his teeth. “So, you’re gone then, huh?” he asks, a cocky smirk tipping up the corner of his mouth. “Deader than a fucking doornail, bro,” I reply, not even trying to deny it.

“Eighteen hundred and ninety-six days went by that I didn’t get a chance to tell her I loved her. Don’t make the same fucking mistake I did, man. You’ll never get that time back.”

“They told you that you were weak, baby. But you aren’t.” He angles me so that the word STRONG is in clear view. My heart speeds up and I turn to look at him, watching his eyes as they fill with moisture. “They told you that you weren’t pretty enough, but you’re the most breathtaking creature I’ve ever seen.” He angles me the other way, and I turn to see the word BEAUTIFUL written below my shoulder blade. I stare at it for a few more seconds before he speaks again. “They told you that you were a whore for wanting to feel pleasure, but you’re a fucking goddess, Monroe. And I’ll drop to my knees every day to give you what you deserve,” he says, and I turn once again to see the word SEXY across my hip.

“Fuck anyone who’s ever made you feel unlovable, baby. You aren’t,” he whispers, turning me to face the mirror. The word LOVED is in big, bold letters directly over my heart.

“I love you, Monroe Decker,” he says quietly. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you how fucking special you are.”

He was right. This is my home. I belong with him.

“As much as I want to obliterate that tiny little throat, I need to fill you. Stand up.”

“That’s right, baby,” I reply. “You are my whore. In here, I’ll defile every one of your holes whenever I want.”

Every part of her is made for this. For me. “You’ll submit to me and let me take what I need in this room. But out there, in the world? You’re my fucking queen. I’ll fall at your feet and give you everything. You’ll never have to question how loved you are, because I’ll remind you every day that you own me.”

I’m prepared to take care of her until my last breath—and that begins right here, right now.

I lean down, pressing my lips into her hair, doing my best to hold back the tears that are gathering in my eyes for this poor girl. She was so brave, leaving everything that she had ever known because she knew she was worth more. I’ll never be able to tell her how grateful I am that she found her strength, because without it, I never would’ve met her.

Monroe Decker is the most awe-inspiring woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. From the outside, it probably looked like she had it all, but she knew better. She knew that she was too special to be caged up, so she left it all behind to give herself what she deserved.

This woman has become the most important piece of me, and I’ll never be able to thank her enough for allowing me to care for her the way I do. She’s it for me.

“I have a motto, Taylor. Sin now, ask for forgiveness later.

“You’re a fucking she-devil, you know that? You’re preying on a weak, innocent man here. How do you even sleep at night?” “Usually full of your cum,” she replies, winking down at me. She’s gonna pay for that one.

“You’re mine. I hope you’re ready to get torn apart,” I growl,

I’ll never be able to thank Monroe for being exactly what I need, but I have no problem spending the rest of my life trying.

For tonight, I want you to be completely mine. To let me do whatever my instincts tell me to do.

I reply, flipping the door to the breaker box open and pulling down on the lever, shrouding the entire stadium in complete darkness. “You better run, sweet thing. Because if I catch you, I fuck you.”

Normally, this would be my cue to slow down, but the vulnerability I feel coming from her in this position has me finally unleashing the animal inside me, giving him free rein to do whatever he pleases. Other than listening for the sound of the word stop leaving her lips, he’s in complete control.

I want everything. I want him fully unleashed for this.

She is everything. I don’t give a single shit about playing baseball if it means losing her in the process. I’ll hang up my cleats right now.

I pour everything I have into the kiss, hoping she understands the lengths I’ll go to keep her here with me. I’ll burn this whole fucking world to the ground if I have to.

This woman owns me in every way. There isn’t a chance in hell I’d ever let her go.

I want to make her forget everything that isn’t the feeling of being mine. Even if it takes hours, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, showing her that I’ll always be here to fight the monsters that come for us. I’ll never let her down.

My beautiful girl deserves this every hour of every day, and all I want is to be the lucky man who gets to give it to her.

We’re two halves of the same whole, and no matter what goes down after this, we’ll always be connected. We’re incomplete when we’re apart, and we’re unstoppable when we’re together.

I don’t care what it takes to make it right. The only thing I’m unwilling to give up is Monroe.

“I fucking love baseball,” Monroe says quietly as I bend down to pull a pan out of the cupboard. I freeze with my hand in mid-air, turning my head to see her taking a very generous eyeful of my ass. “Really?” I ask, raising a brow in question. She pops a shoulder. “I mean, I love baseball butts. That’s basically the same thing.”

“Yep. Last time I was that up-close and personal with a wand, your best friend’s dick was in my mouth.” His face goes completely pale as horror clouds his expression. “Jesus fucking Christ, Grace! I told you to stop fucking him!” He stomps his foot like a petulant child, and I stifle a laugh of my own. “We’re married, asshole!” she shouts. “I didn’t want to say that, but you left me no choice! Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you fuck with me!” I swear, these two need their own reality show. I’d totally pay for a subscription to the Valentine siblings’ clusterfuck of a relationship.