20. Home Run Stallion

TWENTY

HOME RUN STALLION

Garrett

Once I'm fully seated, I pause, because fuck, I can't breathe. I can't think. Hell, I don't even know my own name right now. This isn't real. This can't be real. Nothing this amazing can be real.

"Oh. Garrett." Dessa's low moan jolts me back to reality.

Oh. Yes. That's my name. "Yeah Tates?"

"I need you to fuck me."

"Right." Slowly, I slide out and thrust back in. I peer down and watch my dick disappear inside her. I've died and gone to heaven. That's the only logical explanation for this. All of this. Having sex with Dessa. Being with Dessa. Her moans and whimpers grow louder, and I increase my pace. She feels incredible. Soft and wet. I roll my hips, hitting her G-spot.

"Ah! Oh god! Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Don't stop!" Her pussy grips my dick, and I see stars.

I reach around between her legs and rub circles over her clit. "Come all over my dick, Tates. I want to feel you."

"Yes! Yes! Right there!" She screams out my name as her pussy spasms around me. After a few seconds, her breathing evens out.

I pull out and move up the bed. "Come here. I want you to ride my dick when I come."

On her hands and knees, she crawls across the bed. A devilish smirk forms on her perfectly plump lips until she's hovering over my body. When she's poised over my hips, I slide my hands up her thighs. She glances at me and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest at her beauty. Not because she's naked, straddling my waist, but because she's perfect. In every single way possible. To me, she always has been.

With one hand on her waist, I grip the base of my dick, holding it steady for her. She sinks down on me, and my eyes roll back. Fucking hell. She's strangling my dick.

"Oh my god. You're so big like this." Her hands roam over my chest, using me for balance as she gyrates her hips, sliding me in and out. Her movements grow harder and faster with each passing second. A curtain of dark hair falls over the side of her face. Reaching up, I push it out of the way. I want to see her, all of her, as she impales herself on my dick. Pleasure consumes me, and I'm seconds away from exploding inside her. I drop my hand to her waist. My fingers digging into her soft skin. I need to hold on for just a little bit longer. With her bouncing on my dick, I reach up with my other hand and cup her full tit. She arches into my palm as I brush my thumb over the tip of her hard nipple .

"Oh! Fuck. Garrett. I'm going to come." Her pussy spasms around my dick.

I groan. She feels too good. Too tight. My dick is ready to explode. I clasp the back of her neck and pull her to me for a long, deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow all her sounds. I buck my hips, pounding into her from beneath. Fast and hard thrusts.

She breaks away, her moans and whimpers filling the loft. Good thing there's plenty of distance between the cabins, otherwise I'm sure the neighbors would hear.

"That's it, Tates. Come for me again. Come all over my dick." My balls tighten, and I can't hold on any longer. Another orgasm rips through her at the same time as I pinch my eyes closed and explode inside her.

She collapses on my chest, all her body weight resting on top of me. I run my hands up and down her back as it rises and falls while she collects her breath with my semi-hard dick still inside her.

"I think I'm going to need a week to recover from that."

I laugh. "I can't promise you a week, but I can give you the night."

She smiles at me before resting her cheek on my chest. Slowly, I drag a hand over her spine until I'm palming her ass. I love that she's here right now, with me. Being with Dessa was everything I'd imagined. No. It was better. Our connection is undeniable. It was strong years ago, but it's one hundred times stronger now. "Before we get too comfortable, I need to dispose of the condom."

"Oh. Yeah."

She rolls off me, and I slide off the bed. On my way to the bathroom, I yank off the condom and throw it in the trash. When I'm back in bed, I drape an arm over her waist and snuggle my head against her warm stomach as she leans against the headboard. The tips of her fingers brush back and forth over my shoulder.

I trace my fingers over her other hand, alternating between pressing my fingertips against hers and intertwining our hands. "This right here is perfection."

"Lying in bed post orgasm?"

"Lying in bed post orgasm with you."

She giggles, causing my head to bounce.

"In all seriousness. I'm glad you stayed." I brush my thumb over her palm. "And I'm really glad we could… rekindle… this… friendship."

"If I'd known it was going to be like this, I might not have resisted for so long."

"Is that so?" I tickle her sides, and she squeals with laughter. Both of us wiggle and squirm on the bed. I roll to my back and take her with me so she's on top.

She props her chin on my chest. "What's next for the Home Run Playboy?"

"Can we drop the ‘playboy'? I could be the Home Run Stud? Home Run Beast? Home Run Stallion?"

"Stallion?" She lifts an eyebrow.

"I mean. You rode me like one."

She throws her head back in laughter as a pink blush washes over her cheeks.

"I've never noticed your tattoo before." Her fingers trace over the half baseball, half compass inked over my heart and then follow the outline of the words as she whispers, "What is lost can always be found."

"I got it when I was twenty." She continues to run the tip of her finger over all the lines permanently etched into my skin.

A part of me wants to tell her that it's for her. That I was lost all those years ago, but being with her again, I feel found. She's the missing puzzle piece that makes me whole. Instead, I stay silent, not wanting to scare her away when we've just reconnected.

"I like this one too." A shiver races up my spine as her finger trails down my rib cage and over the words Rise from the Ashes . She giggles. "And you're ticklish."

Her fingers dance over my skin, and I squirm before I trap her hand against my side. "I wouldn't start something you don't stand a chance at winning," I warn, but the corners of my lips curve into a smile.

The tips of her fingers slowly dance over my ribs, and I quirk and eyebrow, daring her to continue.

"Okay. Okay." She laughs. "I better not poke the bear."

"That's right. This bear pokes back." I wink.

"When did you get this tattoo?"

My gaze drifts to the ceiling as I think back. "I was only a few games in during my rookie year playing for Seattle and I was shit. Nothing was going my way. Missed catches. Strike outs. After the game our pitcher at the time pulled me aside and told me not to dwell on it. We all have bad games, but it's how to rise above those losses to do better in the next. Later that week, there was a break in our schedule, and I got the tattoo."

"I love that. And do you think it's helped you overcome those bad games?"

"It puts me in the right mindset." But it's not like my lucky penny. I run my finger over the top of her hand. There's been something on my mind for a while, and it involves Dessa. As of late, everything revolves around her, so that's nothing new. "I think I know why I missed the ball. During the championship game."

She props her chin on my chest, peering up at me. "Why's that?"

"I didn't have my good luck charm. "

"Like a lucky rabbit's foot?"

"No. Yes. Kind of, but it wasn't a rabbit's foot. Do you remember in middle school when we went on that field trip to Elmer's Logging Camp up the shore?"

She nods. "The place that has all the old logging machinery and gives tours and history lessons?"

"Yeah. Inside they had one of those machines where you put a penny in, turn a knob, and it flattens the penny while it imprints an image on it."

"I remember that."

I brush my thumb over the top of her hand, kind of feeling silly for what I'm about to say next. Only because something so small holds so much meaning to me. "During that field trip, you gave me a penny to put in the machine. You told me it was your lucky penny. Since that day, I kept that penny with me for every game. That year we won the State Little League Championship, and I attributed that win to your lucky penny."

Her eyebrows pinch together. "That's absurd."

"The championship game where I missed the catch," I blow out a breath, "I lost the penny. I think that's why I missed, costing us the game."

She rolls off me and leans against the headboard. Her fingers grip my chin, forcing me to look at her. "That's just a superstition. A penny won't make you win or lose a game." She drops her hand as her gaze falls to the blanket. "I'll be honest with you. It wasn't my lucky penny. I found it in the parking lot ten minutes earlier."

My head flinches back. Now it's my turn to be confused. "If the penny wasn't lucky," I rest my finger on my lips, "then there's only one other logical explanation."

"What's that?" Her eyebrows raise.

" You're the lucky one." I sit up, my lips splitting into a wide grin, and lean against the headboard next to her. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and tug her into the crook of my arm. "From now on, I'm going to need you to come to every game of mine."

She giggles.

"You laugh now, but I'm serious."

"What are you going to do? Shrink me until I'm two inches tall and put me in your pocket?"

"Since no one has developed shrinking technology yet, even though they did it in Honey, I Shrunk the Kids , I'll settle for a kiss before each game." I lean over and press my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and entirely too short.

"As much as I would love that, I do have a job and a life, but maybe we could get you another lucky penny. Last I heard, Earl's is still open."

She just made my entire night. Again. Now I have to return the favor. "We can do that tomorrow. But first, I need more of you. I have ten years to make up for."

"And you have to do that all in one night? I thought I was getting the rest of the night off."

"What I meant to say was I'm going to spend the rest of the night getting you off." She giggles as I lift the edge of the comforter and slide under and between her legs.