Quit Your Pitchin' (There's No Crying in Baseball 2)

Oh, and breathing?

Yeah, that didn’t happen for at least a full minute as I tried and failed to get my lungs to inhale precious oxygen.

“Fuuuucccckkkk,” George grunted the moment he felt my pussy start to pulse around his cock.

Then I felt the hot splash of his release hit the deepest part of me, and my best orgasm ever rolled right into my second-best orgasm ever.

This moment would forever go down in the hall of best orgasms ever.

I’d remember it for the rest of my life.

I’d replay it in my dreams.

Tomorrow, I’d wake up, and not feel like the same woman.

Because I wasn’t.

I was now enlightened to what I was missing—again—and I didn’t think I could ever settle for anything less ever again.

I clung to George tightly.

I didn’t care that he was sweating on me. I didn’t care that his beard was rubbing a raw spot on my chest.

I also didn’t care that tomorrow we’d wake up and still be divorced.

We’d fix it…I hoped.Chapter 19I had no idea what I was missing until I was introduced to coffee with a side of orgasms.

-George’s secret thoughts

George

Contentment was not something I thought I would ever feel again after Micah’s accident, but I was wrong.

Contentment made my body feel like it was almost weightless.

If there was one thing that I did not want to do, it was to get out of my currently nice warm bed and get my pre-game meal, shower, and warm up over with.

I also didn’t want to leave this apartment, but I knew that wouldn’t go over well with my coaches or my fellow teammates.

Sighing, I rolled over and slid out of the bed all in one easy motion.

The moment I was away from Wrigley’s heat, I turned to cover her up but hesitated when I found her in the new position.

Her leg was cocked up and to the side, resting half on a pillow, half off.

I could see the cleft of her pussy, and everything in between.

Her entrance. Her clit.

My release still leaking out of her even three hours later.

My cock stiffened, and I would’ve crawled right back into that bed and had my way with her again, but Lucy whined.

I grimaced and reached for my clothes, shrugging my jeans on without underwear.

The moment they were all the way buttoned, I sat down and reached for my shoes, slipping them on without socks.

Moments later I was reaching for my shirt and tugging it on as I made my way out of the bedroom.

Lucy followed close at my heels, dogging my every step as I walked to the apartment door and unlocked it.

Then cursed when I nearly forgot to shut the alarm off—a new addition that came during the first week Micah was in the hospital.

Cursing again when I heard the loud woman say ‘system disarmed,’ I walked out the door and down the hallway.

Moments later we arrived at the back entrance of the apartment building, and I pushed it open.

The moment she had free rein, she dashed for the small stretch of grass and relieved herself.

I looked up, only to narrow my eyes when I found paparazzi standing there, lenses pointed in my direction.

I gritted my teeth and looked back down at Lucy, who was now smelling a corner of the grass.

Once she was done with her business, I walked to the doggy bags and picked up her shit, throwing it away in the receptacle and turning and gesturing to the back door.

The moment we were back inside, I growled underneath my breath.

I hated fucking paparazzi.

Seriously, if there was one thing in this world that I could get rid of without getting in trouble, it’d be those rats.

I was heading back down the hall when Wrigley’s apartment door opened.

The moment she saw me, she slumped.

“I thought you were gone,” she breathed.

And suddenly, my bad mood was gone.

There was no more anger at having my photo taken while picking up dog shit. There was no more animosity toward the stupid asshole that was leaning against my truck just waiting for me to come outside.

No, not when I could read every single fear that had ever crossed over Wrigley’s face.

“No,” I told her softly, cupping my hand around her cheek. “Not gone. Just letting her out.”

“Good,” she breathed, then took a step back to let me inside.

I came but didn’t let her go far once I got the door closed.

The moment it clicked shut, I pressed my mouth to hers.

She gasped into my mouth and would’ve begged for more, but we both heard, “Daddy!” at the same time.

I grinned against her lips, and then pulled back.

“I can’t say I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” I told her, pinching her ass as I let her go.

She giggled. “The first time he said ‘no’ after he woke up, I felt like I was going to choke on my own phlegm when I started to cry. Seriously, I used to hate when he said no. Then I reevaluated everything.”