Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots, #4)

by Tessa Bailey

“Sorry, but if you were my girlfriend, I’d be very not okay with some other guy buying you orange juice. I’d boycott oranges for the rest of my life.”

That earned him his first laugh from Skylar Page—and it forever changed him. It was as unique as the rest of her.

“What a woman,” Robbie whispered, rubbing the center of his chest. He’d just signed himself up for hell. But Skylar? She was worth it.

“I’m already confused about flirting. So far, according to you, it’s either cheesy or intense. Isn’t it supposed to fall somewhere in between?” “It’s a mixture of both. Making you laugh, but also making sure you know . . .” “Know what?” An exhale hissed out of him. “That I’d like to wake up tomorrow with your knees imprinted on my mattress.”

“Or I could find out what?” A slow blink. “Don’t censor yourself with me. Just say it. I could find out what?” “How it feels to have your cunt eaten by a man who gets it dripping first.”

“I can make magic happen in half that time, Rocket.” “Really? Maybe I should be calling you Rocket.” “Nah, you’re going to be calling me Big Daddy later,”

Meanwhile, if Robbie and Skylar procreated and combined their competitive streaks and mutual mischief, their children would probably set shit on fire and howl at the moon.

Robbie fought through the steep drop of his stomach. “Do you like that?” “Yes,” she said, lips barely moving. “Yeah, I like it.” “Then ask for more.” “More,” she gasped,

“Oh my God. No. I don’t want to see any girls in whipped cream bikinis. I only want to see Skylar in sweatpants.”

“Look at me. Look.” He framed her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “After practice, I raided the BU campus bookshop for merch. After that, I went to my apartment and Mailer was having a party. But I left, Skylar. I saw a couple of random butts and I left right away. I didn’t even appreciate those butts. I just wanted to get back here to your butt. You believe me, right?” Not waiting for a response, he rolled their foreheads together. Kissed her hard once, twice. “I slept in my car at the end of your driveway. I didn’t want to come in and wake you up. Actually, that’s a lie. I did want to come in and wake you up, but I was feeling some kind of way, missing you like that, and I would have ended up on top of you. I’m fucking dying to be on top of you, Skylar. You dying for that?”

“I want to be your boyfriend. I don’t want to be the reason Madden pulls his head out of his ass and notices you. I want to be the reason I pull my head out of my ass.”

“Give me ten minutes in the dark with your panties off and you’ll know. I’ll get you over him underneath me.”

“I thought we decided you needed to warm up, too.” “I can’t get in there with you.” “Why not?” “It’d be a tight squeeze, for one.” The muscles of his abdomen flexed and held, his gaze tracking up and down her thighs. “Two, I don’t know what’s going to happen if I touch you, but I doubt I’d be able to stop. And as bad as I want to get my hands on you, I’ve got an inconvenient need to know where we stand. Let’s label this relationship, girl—” “Get in, Redbeard.” “Fine. Coming.”

“I’m not talking about sex. And . . . wow. Wow. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. My hand on your mouth is actually preventing you from talking about sucking my dick. So yeah, I don’t know, Skylar, but I think I’m pretty messed up over you. I want to know what you want in life. I want to make sure you get it?” He rolled their foreheads together. “I don’t know. I don’t know. My chest hurts, baby. Help me out.”

“Just so we’re clear, I’m going to teach you how I like my cock sucked. Just mine. You don’t need to know what anyone else likes.” He guided his hard sex to her lips, rubbing the head along the seam of her mouth. “Nod or I’m not going to put it in.”

“Don’t need to teach you shit. Sucking my dick is easy when you love it, huh?”

Briefly, he brought his right hand to his mouth and spit on it, before bringing it between her thighs. Pausing. “Can I give you head, Skylar?” He licked his bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Please, baby. Please.”

“Oh my God,” she managed, sounding throaty, like a different person, her fingers clinging to the strands of his hair, pulling him close. “Robbie.” “Shhh. We’re not the only ones in this house.” He pushed two thick fingers inside of her, his expression vivid with lust over the way her hips lifted, grinding up against his mouth, her legs trembling. “Might have to drive us the two hours back to Boston just to hear you scream my name the first time we fuck.” He kissed her clit, lapped at it with a savoring sound. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be loud, too, hitting my tight girl.”

“Skylar, you’re . . .” He trailed off with a swallow, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen or touched or tasted anything better than you. I want to go back and erase everything but you. That’s mainly what I’m thinking.” He paused. “The other is I want to get in that bed with you and sleep, because somehow, I know I’ll sleep even better holding you than I would after a doubleheader. But I’m afraid you’re not going to let me do it forever. I’m afraid to get used to it.”

Wanted her to chain-smoke pleasure until she was addicted to his body.

“God. You get wet so fucking fast.”

“Can’t wait to sit in the stands at your game. I’ll be the only one in the crowd who knows how wide you open your legs to get fingered.”

“Wait until you see how wide I’ll open them when you fuck me.”

“I should flip you over and spank you for being so fucking tight. My God. I could come without moving.”

“You’ve got me locked in here so good, you fucking angel.” His stomach muscles started to seize up, one by one. “Might need you to ride me for a little while so I don’t blow.” This girl practically threw Robbie onto his back without ceasing their breakneck pace, her hips on fire, hands planted on his chest, tits bobbing while she worked the drenched suction of her pussy up and down his length, giving no quarter.

“I’m in trouble, baby. I’m in so much trouble over you.”

“Please, please, please,” he kept chanting while the headboard cracked off the wall, no idea what he was begging for, only that she was the only one who knew how to give it to him.

“I’m wet, but I’m sore, but I want you anyway . . . ?” “Thank you, Jesus. I’ll go easy, I swear,” he said hoarsely, reaching between them to tug down the waistband of his briefs, his breath growing more and more scattered, the force of it shifting her hair. “I’m sorry you’re sore, baby,” he mumbled into her neck as he pushed his stiff length inside of her, seating himself fully while she parted her legs a little, just inches apart, enough to allow him another sunken inch, his abs rolling up and over the curve of her backside, back down, up and over again, his flexed forearms coming to rest on either side of her face. Every thrust was a slow, deep journey of him pushing, pushing, pushing, bottoming out with a groan. “I’m sorry I made this soft little pussy hurt after everything it did for me.” He licked a path up the side of her neck, punched his hips with some added strength. “It was hard to be polite after you rode my cock so rough.”

“Bite down harder, baby. I need a few nasty pumps,” he slurred, his hand flying up to her throat, holding it securely. “Oh my . . . God. Couple more. Okay?” She nodded, moaned, lifted her butt slightly, her climax reaching its end, but not her need for him. For his touch. His union with her body. That would never run out. Muscle smacked flesh, breath caught. “Oh. Shit. I’m sorry.” His hand slid up from her throat to her jaw, framing it, squeezing, pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. “I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking good at taking my cock. I’m done. I’m done.”

Except he was looking right at her now, chewing his sandwich with satisfaction and staring at her, as if to say, Yeah, you’re my girlfriend, what are you going to do about it?