skin at my perusal. “You just wait until tonight. I’ll be fucking you while you wear nothing but this jersey.” I suck her earlobe between my lips, nipping at it before I slide my tongue over it to calm the sting left from my teeth.
“Mhmm…” she hums. “If I’d have known wearing your jersey would have gotten this kind of welcoming response, I would have done it a long time ago.”
“Is that so? And how would you have played off having my number on your back and not your brother’s?”
She shrugs her shoulders at me then gives me better access to her neck. This isn’t the most natural position to be making out in, nor is it the best time, seeing how I have my daughter in one hand. Thank fuck she’s usually a pretty calm and chill baby and goes with the flow most of the time. “When do you have to go?” she asks, pulling away from my wandering lips.
“Soon,” I tell her, running a hand through my hair. “What time do you plan to head to the ballpark?”
“Jillian is going to swing by around twelve thirty. I’ll plan to feed little miss, here, around noon, that way she’s got lunch before we go. Then maybe she’ll get a little nap in during the drive over. I plan to pack the carrier so that I can hold her hands-free, if needed.”
“Okay, and come down by the dugout. Security will know to let you pass, and then you can come out onto the field.”
“Got it! I’ll have Jillian by my side, and I know she’s a pro at this, so I plan to just follow her.”
“Are you going to let them include you in the pictures?” I ask, curious as to her answer. We talked about making our relationship public now that it is out in the open amongst our family.
“I guess so,” she says, that nervous tell coming back. I reach up, cupping her cheek as I slide my thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth. I lean in, bringing my lips to hers. I gently suck her bottom lip, razing it with my own teeth.
“Needed my own taste.” I smile against her lips. “You’re worrying this lip down to nothing.”
“I don’t even realize when I’m doing it.”
“I know. That’s why I stopped you.” I flash her a wink.
Evie starts to squirm in my arms. She must be tired of not being the center of attention right now.
“Come here, baby girl. Daddy has to go to work,” Riley says to her as if she can understand everything that is going on.
She stands up, Evie in her arms now. I sit back and take in my girls standing in front of me. Evie looks so comfortable and perfect in Riley’s arms. I can tell she’s relaxed as she rests her head against Riley’s shoulder, burrowing her little face into Riley’s neck, almost the same way that I do it.
“If you don’t get moving, you’re going to be late,” Riley reminds me.
“I know,” I tell her, still looking at her and Evie. “Just enjoying the view of my girls together. Both of you with my jersey on. It’s going to be an exciting time, I’ll have both of you in the stands cheering for me, not that Evie will remember it.”
“She might not, but I’m sure you will,” she tells me sweetly.
“Yeah,” I say as she slides a hand along my cheek. I turn my face and kiss the center of her palm before I stand up and then drop a kiss to my daughter's head. “Love you, baby girl, see you later,” I tell her before I give Riley one last chaste kiss. “I’ll see you later, as well,” I say as I smack her ass.
“Watch it, mister,” she calls out as a laugh escapes her lips. I know she isn’t mad one bit about the slap to her ass. If I’m not mistaken, she was asking for me to spank her last night when I was buried balls deep inside of her.
I shake all memories of the two of us naked together from the forefront of my mind and head for the field.
“Stand here and look that way,” an older woman calls out, pointing at a camera set up a few feet away. “Adults, keep looking at the camera, we’ll do our best to get your child’s attention and looking at the camera,” she says as they fidget with getting Riley and I situated just