32. Riggs

THIRTY-TWO

RIGGS

RIGGS:

Remember last week when you told me if I was a good boy, I could do whatever I wanted to you?

MONROE:

Yes.

RIGGS:

Well, I'm ready to collect my prize.

MONROE:

Oh, God. What'll it be, Val? Blowing you while you watch ESPN? Fucking me on the beach where everyone can see? Making me call you Daddy?

RIGGS:

All wonderful ideas, but no. I just want to take you on a date.

MONROE:

That's all you want? A date?

RIGGS:

Yep. My flight gets in at 8 o'clock. I'll text you the address for where to meet me. Wear running shoes.

MONROE:

If this date includes cardio, I already hate it.

RIGGS:

Well, I hated getting dry humped by the team mascot, but here we are. No arguing. Be a good girl and follow directions.

MONROE:

Ugh, fine. See you tonight.

RIGGS:

Love you, sweet thing.

MONROE:

Love you.

I pocket my phone, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. After our home game last week, I spent a couple of hours interacting with fans, so we were both exhausted by the time we got home. The next morning, I had to leave for some road games, so this'll be my first night home. I've set up a night that, if all goes according to plan, neither of us will ever forget.

I try my hardest to rest for the remainder of the flight, but I'm way too excited to get any sleep. By the time we touch down and I tell Monroe where to meet me, I'm vibrating with anticipation. The drive from the airport to the stadium is short, so I swing by the groundskeeper's office with about fifteen minutes to spare before my girl arrives.

"Hey, Albie," I say, rapping a knuckle on the thick wooden door before stepping inside. He's an older man, probably in his late sixties, and I became fast friends with him when I was first brought up to the majors. I wanted to show my dedication to the team, so I arrived on game days before everyone else and always left last. I took the time to get to know a lot of the staff members, and that's something that's about to pay off for me in spades.

"Hey there, Riggs," he says with a smile. "Welcome home." He stands before rounding his desk and extending his hand between us. I shake it and give him a tight nod.

"Thanks, man. Good to be back. Everything all set for tonight?" I ask.

"Sure is," he replies cheerfully. "The man door next to the main cargo bay is propped open with a brick. All the other entrances are locked, so make sure that one is closed tightly before you leave. I gave my overnight security guards the evening off. It's all yours." He raises a suspicious brow, eyeing me. "I don't know what you're up to tonight, but if you get caught, I had nothing to do with it."

I chuckle quietly. "Of course. Thanks for your help. I owe you one."

He gives me a thumbs up, shuffling out of the room and leaving me by myself. When I'm sure he's gone, I make my way to where the main breakers for the entire building are. I stand, shifting my weight from foot to foot, nervous that Monroe won't be down for the things I've planned for us. I'd be perfectly okay if she wasn't, but this is all I've thought about for the last week, and I'm practically salivating at the thought of what could possibly happen here.

Before I met her, the beast inside me was destined to live his life in a cage. I restrained myself so much that I wondered if I'd ever feel true fulfillment during sex. I think that's part of the reason why I never had an issue moving from woman to woman. They were using me in the same way that I was using them, and we were all in agreement that it would never be more. They'd never see the real me and I didn't have to worry about getting my feelings involved, because I was convinced that I'd never find someone who matched me so perfectly in every sense of the word.

That's exactly what Monroe is to me. Not once have I ever wondered whether she liked me because of my job, since I never told her who I was that first night. By the time she found out, she had already made up her mind about me, and we wasted two whole years convincing ourselves that we hated each other. I know I was wrong for being dishonest back then, but I can't say it didn't help me get past the fear of her ending up just like the rest when I had already begun to feel things for her that I had never experienced before.

Hearing her backstory and fully understanding the kind of upbringing she had brought everything full circle for me. In Boston, she just wanted to have an evening of fun and freedom for herself. Not giving personal details was her way of taking control of the situation. While it threw me off back then, now I get it.

Her first night in Daytona, I was taken aback by how unimpressed she was with my condo. I chalked it up to just being her bitchy persona, but that wasn't it at all. She grew up with the best of everything, so when she saw my lifestyle, it was nothing she hadn't already been around since the day she was born.

Finding out about her past also explained her behavior on the night of our first charity function. I played it over and over in my head, trying to understand why she was able to change her demeanor as if a switch had been flipped, even though I had upset her on the way over. My sweet girl spent her life acting in front of people who were nothing like her, putting on a show because she wanted to make her parents happy. Looking back, I feel like an asshole for asking her to do the same, but from here on out, I vow to make sure she never feels like she needs to be anyone but herself ever again. I love her exactly as she is, and so does everyone who's crossed her path since the day she left California.

"The stadium? Really? This is how you're wasting your reward?" she says, making me spin around to where she's standing thirty yards away. She looks absolutely gorgeous in a tight black cotton dress, complete with a pair of white Air Force Ones. Her long, dark hair is hanging over her shoulders in waves, and although she's wearing very little makeup, I've never seen her more beautiful than she is right now.

"Oh, Mayhem," I drawl as a smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I want to walk over and touch her, but I need to keep some distance between us. If she consents to this, I need to give her a little room to run. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather do this than right here in the dirt that makes me feel the most powerful."

She quirks a brow. "Oh yeah? You want to let me in on why we're here? "

"I'm glad you asked," I reply, walking toward the wall that houses the main breaker. "I thought we could play a little bit."

"Play?" She exhales harshly, letting me know she's aware of exactly what I'm thinking. I'd be crazy to assume she couldn't feel the energy as it leaves my body.

"Mhmm," I hum. "For tonight, I want you to be completely mine. To let me do whatever my instincts tell me to do. As always, if either of us says stop, we stop. Otherwise, anything goes."

I watch as her breath hitches, her chest moving up and down rapidly as she becomes more aroused. As nervous as I was that she wouldn't want to go along with my plan, I should've known this would be her reaction. But I need the words from her.

"Yes," she says quietly.

A devious grin spreads across my face. "Any limits you have before we start?"

She swallows thickly, shaking her head. "No." She knows she just has to say the word and it'll all end, so I'm okay with her response.

"Good," I reply, flipping the door to the breaker box open and pulling down on the lever, shrouding the entire stadium in complete darkness. "You better run, sweet thing. Because if I catch you, I fuck you."

She freezes for a second, then I hear her back up a couple of steps before she turns and takes off. The light of the moon illuminates her silhouette just enough for me to see the direction she turns in, but once she's out of sight, I'm relying on all my other senses to find her. I give her a little while to get away, but when I hear nothing but the blood pumping between my ears, I begin my hunt .

She's spent enough time on the lower levels of the stadium that she knows her way around this particular area, but not as well as I do. I could navigate this place in my sleep. All I need to do is find her, and then she's mine to do whatever I please.

I start walking the way she ran, trying as hard as I can to stay light on my feet in case she makes any noise. The smell of her perfume still lingers in the air, but it's weak. I turn in the opposite direction of the door she entered, taking my chances that she's headed toward the field.

"Mayhem," I sing darkly. "Why don't you come out? I promise to take it easy on you if you give yourself to me." She knows that's a lie just as much as I know she'd never reveal herself that easily, and the thought of what I'll do once I find her makes my heart race in my chest. I can feel my blood hammering against every pulse point in my body as I continue searching, trying to focus on what little of my surroundings I can see for clues. I put my nose in the air, inhaling to see if I'm even moving in the right direction, but it's not her signature perfume that permeates around me.

It's her cunt.

"Baby," I say in a taunting voice. "I know you're here somewhere. I can smell how wet you are. That poor, aching pussy of yours is begging you to stop hiding and let me rip her apart."

I continue in the direction I was going, stopping dead in my tracks when I see a small movement out of the corner of my eye. A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth, and I watch her stand from the shadows, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Gotcha," I say, but before I can get to her, she takes off running. I follow as she shuffles down the steps, making her way toward the railing that separates the first level of seating from the field. My heart rate picks up as she hits the landing, a whoosh of air leaving her body as her ribs press against the hard metal pipes. "Looks like you're trapped, Monroe. Game over. You're mine." I slowly descend, watching as she looks in every direction, attempting to find an escape. Right as I hit the third step from the bottom, she turns and swings a leg over the bar, immediately following with the other so she's standing on the ledge of the wall.

My little badass.

I reach my arm out, attempting to grab her wrist, but she lets go, making the ten-foot drop down onto the dirt that surrounds the field. She takes off running while I follow, knowing she's truly fucked herself now. No matter where she goes, every exit to the place is locked. I slow my pursuit, attempting to save some energy while she gasses herself out. By the time I get to her, she won't have anything left to fight me with.

She passes both dugouts since she knows the layout from when she was down here with me last week. There's a short hallway that leads to the locker rooms, but she's smart enough to assume that they'd be locked. They are. I can get in with my fingerprint on the keypad, but that won't do her any good. Stalking across the field, I watch as she yanks on the door to the bullpen. In a surprise to us both, it opens, and she closes it behind her. I'm sure she thinks she's home free, but she couldn't be more wrong.

"Aww, baby," I say sweetly, turning the knob to find that it's been locked. I expected that, so I walk further, reaching the end of the padded wall where it meets the chain-link fence. Scaling it with ease, I fling myself over and drop to the other side, landing on the floor next to the metal staircase that leads directly to where she's caged herself in. If I were anyone else, she'd have gotten away. But she's in my house.

As quietly as I can, I make my way down the steps and into the bullpen. My gaze lands on her immediately, and she knows she's fucked. Her eyes go wide as she turns toward the door, but I'm done with the chase. Now, I want my reward. I dart my arm out, snaking it around her waist and lifting her from the ground. She kicks against me, attempting to fight, but my grip is like iron around her. There's no fucking way I'd ever let her go.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want it," I say quietly against her ear. She doesn't respond, giving her consent. I turn us, dropping her on her hands and knees straight into the dirt and laying my body on top of hers until she flattens out under me. She attempts to thrash around, fighting to bring air into her lungs, but I'm pressing down on her so forcefully that she can barely move. My cock is so hard, I'm surprised it hasn't torn through my pants already. I've never experienced this kind of euphoria in my life, and I'm not even inside her yet.

"Uh-uh, sweet thing," I tut. "Little holes like you don't need to breathe. You can stay there and struggle under my body weight, or you can willingly give me what I want. Either way, I'm taking it." Her thigh muscles twitch at my words, and I can't stop myself from reaching down to see if she's as turned on as I am. Thankful for her choice of attire, I slide my hand up her dress and yank her thin lace panties to the side. As soon as my fingertips touch her flesh, the beast inside me roars with need. The outside of her pussy is completely soaked, and when I press against her swollen clit, she moans loudly.

"My dirty little whore," I say, rubbing in tight circles over her pulsing bundle of nerves. "Being hunted really turns you on, doesn't it?" Her only answer is another moan before she gives one last, half-hearted effort to break free from under me. I grab a fistful of her hair with my free hand, and tear her underwear into pieces with the hand between her legs before spearing two fingers inside her tight heat. I give her no time to adjust as I begin fucking her, but she's so aroused that it wouldn't be necessary if I did. I keep a steady tempo, changing angles often to make sure I'm hitting every part of her. It isn't long before her inner muscles contract around me, so I pick up my pace, tapping against her g-spot as she explodes around me in the quickest orgasm I've ever seen.

"Fuck. That's it, baby. Come hard," I growl as I work her through it, feeling her body shake under me as pleasure consumes it from head to toe.

After what feels like minutes have gone by, she begins to slowly go limp, exhaustion already trying to pull her under from all the fighting. Normally, this would be my cue to slow down, but the vulnerability I feel coming from her in this position has me finally unleashing the animal inside me, giving him free rein to do whatever he pleases. Other than listening for the sound of the word stop leaving her lips, he's in complete control.