Wild Pitch (Daytona Fury, #1)

by C.L. Rose

“I’m going to call you Mayhem. Because that’s exactly what you look like down there. Chaos. Trouble. Like a riot I know I should run from, but I can’t fucking look away.”

“I hope you and your sexy husband have a hundred Lego-loving children who leave them all over your giant mansion, so you step on one every time you walk.” “That was oddly specific and really mean,”

“You could be on fire, and I wouldn’t piss on you to put you out.”

“No cookies, sweetheart,” I reply. “But I have a nice, big sausage if you’re hungry.” She scoffs. “You’re disgusting. Why are you here?” “First of all, you’re lucky I don’t remind you exactly how not disgusting you thought I was when I was balls deep inside you,”

My body still obviously hasn’t gotten the memo that she’s a miserable shrew who we absolutely can’t give any amount of power over us.

I’d rather put my nipples through a cheese grater than be friends with him.

“Keep it up, sweet thing,” he says so only I can hear. “I’ll pull you down onto the field and fuck you right into this dirt. And we both know you’ll love every minute of it.”

“I’m texting your mother,” she replies. “Imagine how disappointed sweet Libby Valentine will be to know that her pride and joy is out here acting like he was raised in a barn. You’re going to break her heart, you know that, right?”

Damn it. This guy is as slutty as they come.

Good fucking God, I need to get myself in check.

“Your pussy is a drooling mess for me, Mayhem. It doesn’t matter if you like me. She does.”

Because whether she likes it or not, she’s mine just as much as I’m hers.

have that she has her hand on her heart in fake shock. “Monroe, that language isn’t very ladylike. I raised you better than that.” “Actually,” I reply smugly, “you didn’t. They’re bitches. Every last one of them can eat my ass.”

“Shut the fuck up and take this cunt like a good boy.” Gone. Dead. Good-fucking-bye.

“Have you told her you love her?” “I don’t⁠—” “Oh, shut the fuck up,”

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