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

And suddenly, I felt like crying.

“Okay,” I whispered gruffly.

He let me go and guided me back into the bedroom, and we both went to our respective sides of the bed.

We were less than a foot apart, but goddamn, it might as well have been a freakin’ mile.

I wanted to curl into him. I wanted to touch him.

I wanted him.

I breathed through the tears until suddenly I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I had to be in his arms.

He had to hold me, or I might very well die.

I crawled to him, and he didn’t even hesitate. He opened his arms and curled around me like he used to do and said, “Thank God.”

I didn’t read into those words.

Tomorrow, I might think twice about what he said.

But for right now, I wanted this. I wanted to feel normal. I wanted what we used to have. Just for one more night.

Tomorrow, I’d go back to how it used to be. I’d apologize for acting the way I’d acted.

And I’d be freakin’ miserable.

Right now, I had the chance…and I needed to take it.

I gathered my courage and said the words that I should’ve said nine months ago.

“I was wrong.”

He paused. “Wrong about what?”

“Wrong to yell at you. Wrong to tell you that you had no right to do what you did. Wrong all the way around.” I took a deep breath, and then told him the one thing that I should’ve said all those months ago that would’ve made all this disappear. “I never stopped loving you. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts to be me. To know what I gave up.”

His arms tightened around me.

“I’ve been miserable without you. Micah’s been miserable. I’ve been living for the days that I get to watch you on TV, or at the games in person. The days you pick up Micah I cry for hours after you leave.” I took a deep breath. “And the day I saw you on that date? That was the day that I fully died inside. I didn’t think anything could make it worse, and then Micah got hurt.”

I blew out the rest of the air in my lungs, then inhaled deeply to continue to try to convince him of just how much I’d missed him.

But, before I could start in on a new explanation, or expound on the old one, he was kneeling over the top of me.

Then, there wasn’t any more talking.

There were only his hands on my body. His lips on my lips. His cock digging into my pussy.

Then the sheet was yanked out from between us, my underwear were ripped from my body and down my legs, and his hips were settling in between my splayed thighs.

Before I could so much as gasp in a breath at the suddenness of his moves, his cock was at my entrance, and everything was once again right with my world.

At least, I thought all was right with my world.

Then he started to press farther inside, and the rightness in my world turned into completeness.

Him, here, inside of me? It was everything I’d dreamed about since the day that I’d said those ugly words. Since the day I’d ruined us.

And I started to cry.

I couldn’t help it.

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t slow his thrust. He didn’t do anything but pull his cock out of me, then push it back inside.

All of his thrusts were so fucking slow that I wanted to scream at him to take me faster.

Really, I might have had I not been worried about waking Micah up. Micah, who’d had trouble going to bed because of his casts.

So no, I would do nothing to ruin this moment for us.

Instead, I ran my hands over his body. Refamiliarized myself with everything that was George Hoffman.

I smoothed my hands up his neck, feeling the thickness there, then moved on to cup his bearded chin. Moments later I pulled him down so that his mouth was once again covering mine, and cried out when he shifted his hips.

“George,” I gasped into his mouth. “Yes. Please.”

He didn’t exactly give me what I’d wanted, but he did give me what I needed. And what I needed was his cock filling me, and him not slowing or changing anything that he was doing.

Why?

Because I was milliseconds away from coming.

And then his hand that’d been fisted in the bed at my side came up and grasped my ass cheek. Hard.

“Fuck. Hurry,” he ordered. “I’ve had nothing but my hand for almost nine months now, and I can’t be expected to hold out for much longer.”

I agreed.

But I was coming at that point, and could no longer voice my agreement.

My eyes rolled back into my head as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced washed over me, pulling me deep under the wave and drowning me. Light burst behind my eyelids, and my legs locked around his still thrusting hips.