with Tatum, and danced with her to “Let it Go” that I think I want to keep him. Forever. I don’t want to give him over to baseball or college or wherever else he needs to be aside from this little spot in my heart giving me hope that not all men are fucking assholes.
After I put Tatum to bed, we’re standing in the kitchen, and I have the baby monitor in my hand. “You really lock her in the room?”
“You have to or she’ll get out and turn on Frozen.”
Cason chuckles, twirling his key around in his hand. “What’s with her and the snowman?”
“I don’t know. She wasn’t this obsessed until Collin died. Now she keeps watching it over and over again.”
He steps closer, the energy between us changing. Backing me up against the counter, he closes the distance between us. “That’s not that weird. Distractions can be good.”
Oh, I see what he did there. Clever. “I suppose so.” I gasp at his touch on my hips, searching his eyes.
“Did you think about my proposition?”
I nod.
“And?”
He looks hopeful, and I find it endearing. “Just sex?” I trace my fingers over the spot where his T-shirt dips in the middle to reveal the tendons in his neck. “Nothing else?”
There’s some hesitation on his part, more than I would have thought before his mouth dips to mine. “Just sex,” he pants, barely able to get the words out through his harsh breathing and capturing my lips with his.
That’s all it takes for us to find our way to my bed.
This guy, the one hovering above me between the sheets, the one talking dirty and making me come, over and over again, I think he’s exactly what I need. My talking snowman.
Let’s face it, if he hadn’t been here, I would have lost my shit a long time ago.
When a fielder dives to make a play on a batted ball.
SYDNEY
Do you see that woman wearing yoga pants?
I caved and bought a pair. Fucking sue me, but can I just say Lululemon is worth the hype.
Look at that woman? Do you notice the smile, the flush to her cheeks, and her breathing light and easy?
Do you want to know what her secret is?
Maybe it’s Maybelline.
I’m kidding, but that’s a catchy saying, isn’t it?
Seriously though. I’ll tell you what the secret is.
Sex. I know, so simple, right? She’s having lots of freaking sex. At night, of course. And there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with that, so don’t you dare burst my bubble.
And I’ll tell you another thing. Cason Reins can do more than pitch. But you knew that already.
While he plays ball during the day and while I try to negotiate single-parent life, at night behind the closed doors of my bedroom, he shows me that his way of putting a Band-Aid on my emotional scar is the perfect way to stop the bleeding.
Thursday, he doesn’t have class, and instead, before leaving for California, he has me cornered in the kitchen. Thankfully, Tatum’s at preschool and can’t see her mother being undressed.
“You need a pair of these in every color,” he notes, sliding the legging off me.
His hands slide up my body and palm my breasts. I thread my hands in his hair, a smile tugging at my lips. “What are you doing? I thought you had to leave.”
“I can’t leave without eating breakfast.” And then he drops to his knees on my kitchen floor. “I wouldn’t be able to focus on school anyways.”
Let me tell you, his mechanics for pussy licking are as good as his pitching. His two-finger fastball is accurate as hell. Okay, I’m done.
No, seriously. I am.
Holy fuck.
He brings my clit between his teeth, smirking, knowing I came all over his face. As I struggle to catch my breath, he lifts his head, yanks his jeans down, and climbs on my kitchen island with me. After rolling on a condom, he doesn’t give me time to say much before he thrusts inside me, a beautiful groan falling from his lips.
It’s a good goddamn thing I live in a gated community and have cameras to know if someone shows up because imagine walking in on this. Oh, hey, Janice. Would you like some coffee? Yeah, those are my marble countertops, and over there, next to the bananas, I got fucked.
Also, I don’t know anyone named Janice. So I don’t know why I fake invited her into my home.
Cason draws me out of my own head, thankfully, as he’s starting to