17. Trick

We stay at the front of the plane. I'm not hiding my love for Sinclaire from Jeff, and the more he sees how right my affection for her feels to me, how comfortable I am with asserting myself as the man for her, the better our relationship will be in the long run.

He's the man who taught me to fear nothing and go after what I want with everything I have, after all. The only way I'll win him over as my father-in-law is if he sees that I devote myself to his daughter with as much or more fervour as I've given to baseball.

Sinclaire lets me hold her on my lap. I keep my hands off her bare legs, which is a challenge, because they're deeply touchable.

But when her father starts to make his way to the back of the plane, I see my opportunity.

"Come on," I whisper, patting her hip. "I want to show you the rest of the plane."

She gives me a curious look but she lets me lead her forward. One of the flight attendants is in the forward galley.

"I think they're having trouble with the ice at the back," I say casually.

He heads back.

I pull Sin into the small cabin on the other side of the galley. It's where the flight attendants take their breaks, and where the coaching staff has private meetings with players when needed. There's a couple of seats and a table.

Most importantly, it has a door with a lock on it.

I flip that and then lift Sinclaire onto the table in one twisting, fluid motion.

A lot like how I slam a ball up and out, over the fence.

"How are you feeling?" I yank her skirt up to her hips, her soft, lush thighs spilling fully into view.

Under them she's wearing little boy shorts that made me want to fucking breed her all over again. They would look so good under a round belly, holy fuck.

"Umm…" She licks her lips. "Good."

I smooth my hands up to her hips, too, squeezing her there before swiping my thumbs over her hip bones, jiggling the sexy swell of her tummy. "Do you feel pregnant yet?"

She laughs. "That's not—" She cuts herself off as I work my fingers into her panties and down to her wet slit. "Oh, Trick."

"That's not my name."

"Daddy," she breathes.

"Jeff Rosehill might be your father, but I'm your Daddy now. Is that clear?"

She tips her head back, moaning. "Crystal clear."

"I need to fill you up again. Can you be a good girl and come fast on Daddy's cock?"

As I say that, the pilot's voice interrupts us.

"World Champions, this is your pilot speaking. We've been asked by the tower to go into a holding pattern. Don't worry, we've got lots of champagne for you guys. Our new estimated arrival time…"

"Even better," I say, my cock pulsing at my fly. "We can take our time."

"Someone is going to find us." She rocks her wet pussy against my fingers, desperate despite her worry.

She needs me to breed her again, too. We both need this.

"We're just having a private conversation. Can you unzip Daddy? I'm so fucking hard for you."

She fumbles with my fly, then her little fingers are in my boxers and yes, that's what I need.

I yank her panties down and she shimmies back. They get caught around her ankles and I pull them off, shoving them in my pocket.

The air around us feels hot and heavy, like a hot summer night just before a thunderstorm. A good kind of electric, the best kind of tension. Full of need.

I tug her to the edge of the table and she rocks against the tip of my cock, getting it wet. We're both breathing hard, but as we stare at each other, the chaos of our need shifts, finds a gravity, and settles in. Our breath syncs up and her gaze brightens.

"You want to put a baby in me so bad, don't you?" She sees me. She sees all of me. "How long, Trick?"

"Since that first moment I saw you in the tunnel. Before I knew you were Jeff's daughter, all grown up. All I saw was the silhouette of you, and something kicked into gear for me. I wanted to chase you down and make you my wife. Give you babies and the best life."

She wraps her arms around my neck and tugs, hard. My cock slips into the entrance of her cunt, just the opening kissing my tip now. I brace my hands on either side of her hips and lean in, pressing my forehead against hers.

"You're the only one who has ever lit me up like this, pet."

She shakes her head in wonder. "I don't understand how."

I rock my hips, taking another inch. Her sweet, sore little pussy is so tight and swollen, but there's none of her protests from the night before.

Inch by inch, she takes me into her, and she's snug as fuck, but her body knows what to do now.

"You feel incredible," I say hoarsely. "Tell me this is okay. Tell me you aren't too sore."

She smiles. "Daddy, this is more than okay. This is everything I've ever wanted. And I'm…sore. But in a good way. In a…" She squirms, which only makes me pull her tighter against me, and then she gasps and smiles even bigger. "In a you've made me yours kind of way."

I kiss her then, claiming her mouth as she goes slick around my cock.

And it feels so good to be back inside her.

"Pull up your sweatshirt," I pant. "Give me your tits. I need to suck on them."

She leans back on one hand and uses the other to pull up her sweatshirt. I mouth at her nipples through her bra, then use yank it down so I can drink from her right from the tap.

Fuck.

I'm going to put a baby in her and these will fill with milk. I'm going to drink from her then, too.

"Oh God, Trick."

I reach up and cover her mouth.

She licks at my hand.

I fuck her harder, and she licks harder.

Wild need flashes through her eyes, and I try something I've imagined once or twice.

I push two off my fingers against her lips, and then when her gaze flares bright, into her mouth.

"Is that what you need?" I ask, breathing hard. I'm so close, already. "If you suck on my fingers, little mouse, you'll make me come."

"Good," she mumbles.

"You need to come first, though. That's the rule."

"Ish it?" Slurring the is, she smiles around my fingers.

I pull them out and grip her chin. "I will be a giving husband."

"Love that for your vows," she pants. "But last night I got on my knees and made you come first, and you were still very giving after."

Fuck. "That's not how it should have gone."

She laughs.

Laughs, while I'm fucking her. Laughs while I'm holding her face, my fingers covered in her spit.

My fearless Sinclaire.

"Maybe I should get on my knees again now," she whispers. "I love the taste of you, Daddy."

The bratty goading drives me insane. I shove the two fingers back into her mouth. "You're a hungry little slut, aren't you? Wish you could swallow Daddy"s cock right now, but you can"t, because it"s buried in your tight little cunt. So God damn snug, I"m not gonna be able to pull out until you milk me. Is that what you want? Swallow my fingers if you want Daddy to breed you."

Her tongue convulses against my fingers, her lips tightening as she pulls hard.

And as if on command, my balls tighten up. I thunder my hips into her, my vision going black. Can't come, can't come, can't?—

But then I am, and I grunt through it like a wounded animal following prima instinct—"Take it, take my seed, take my baby"—and it's not fucking sexy at all, except for when I feel her start to spasm around me.

Her limbs hold me close, tight arms and legs wrapped all around my body, as my release triggers hers.

"Come in me," she breathes. "Give me our baby."

All the air in my lungs is ripped out as I hear her shift it to our baby.

I bury my face in her neck and breathe in her scent.

"God damn it," I finally whisper. "I lost control there."

"Good." She kisses my temple. "Hey, how do we clean up from this?"

I start laughing, my whole body shaking. "I don't know."

"Cool." She giggles.

"I'll go find you a cloth."

"Okay."

I kiss her jaw, then the corner of her mouth. "I love you, Sinclaire. I'm going to love learning how to love you even more, too."

"That's a lot of love."

"I've been saving it up, you see."

"Yeah, you…" She presses her palm to my cheek. "You really haven't given anyone else all of…" She gestures up and down me. "This?"

I shrug. "I stopped trying to find what I craved, deep down, a long, long time ago. Something told me I wasn't going to find it. Turns out, I just needed to wait for you to grow up, didn't I?"

"And then some."

"And then some," I agree. "I know you're not a little girl. You're smart and you've achieved a lot. You're going to do a lot more, too. Do you want to keep going in school? Become Dr. Sinclaire Lowry?"

She laughs. "You keep talking around this whole gonna ask me to marry you thing a lot for a man who has jumped straight to putting a baby in my belly."

"I'm an extraordinarily capable multitasker. I can plan a wedding and build a nursery at the same time."

"And what am I doing in this time?"

My hand smoothes over her still-trembling belly. "Making me a Daddy for real."

I can't even hide how proud I sound. I don't want to.

She gives me the most incredible look. "You're already that," she says, and her voice catches. "Oh God, I can't cry. My eyes will be red for hours."

I'm not going to tell her that she looks like she's been fucked by a possessed bull, and red-rimmed eyes are the least of her worries. Not a single man out there is going to say a word about her looking freshly claimed, not even her father.

And by the time we land, I'll be ready to do it all over again.