Long Ball(42)

She rolls her eyes, or tries to, but ends up moaning instead as my fingers prod against her damp panties. “We’ve got to be quick.”

“Challenge accepted.” I’m in her almost immediately, the familiar feelings of lust and pure love taking hold of me.

She presses my face against her breasts and I kiss the swells as I thrust into her tight wetness. I’m not allowed to go anywhere near her nipples anymore because they are too tender. It’s a shame, because they are gorgeously large and pert all the time, just waiting to feed our baby, which gets me hot all over again. But I settle for kissing around them and carefully cupping them in my hands, so I don’t hurt her.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I mutter in her ear. My thumb encircles her clit while my cock stretches and pushes into her. “You’re a goddess, Megan. You’ve always been sexy, but now you’re a goddess among us mere mortals, growing life with this incredible body.”

Her moans grow louder, so I suck gently on her neck, just below where her dress sits. A reminder of our morning tryst that her clients won’t see, but that she’ll feel. I love leaving these for her. I pinch her clit and she cries out, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t hold back,” I grunt in her ear. “I want your screams to bounce off of these cabinets.”

“The gardeners are outside,” Megan gasps. “The windows are open. They’ll hear.”

“Let them hear,” I growl. “The sound of you coming is my favorite thing in the world and I never want you to contain yourself, ever. Let it go, Megan. Come for me and fill this room with your screams.”

“God, you’re bad.” She whispers with a smile, bliss etched in her face. “So terrible.”

“So terrible and you love it.”

“Always,” She grabs my arms. “Harder, Jamie. Harder.”

We’re pressed forehead to forehead, so lost in the motions we can barely kiss. We share a breath as I plow into her tirelessly, my cock desperate to unload within her, but not until this gorgeous woman comes all over me.

I got her to squirt once, the night we made Baby Girl Bonilla, and it remains one of my brightest moments in the bedroom. If we had more time, I’d try it again. Maybe later tonight, after we tuck Cora into bed.

Megan squeezes my cock with a shudder and I know she’s so close. I suck on her earlobe and whisper, “God, I love you” and she’s done for, falling off that cliff into pure ecstasy. She comes so hard it almost hurts to be inside her, but the pain is exactly what I need to come with her.

Let the gardeners hear. I want the world to hear my wife when she’s coming, because it’s the best thing ever. I want everyone to know how stupidly, grossly happy we are.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think I see Jorge tipping his hat to me while he’s pruning the rose bushes. It’s about as close to high-fiving someone after sex as I can get.

Megan slumps against me, panting slightly. “That was so good.”

“Exactly what you needed, wasn’t it?” I give her a smirk and grab a towel to clean her up. “Now go sell a million houses.”

“Go hit a million home runs.”

“After this? I’ll hit two million.” I help her off the island and kiss her. “You’re incredible.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She grins mischievously. “But I love you more than anything.”

I follow her to the door and stop her for one last, lingering kiss. “I’ll always come home to you, Megan. The day you agreed to let me be your husband, I know I’d hit that long ball. You’re the only home run I’ll ever want.”

Her eyes get misty and she kisses me again. “Take a lap, Bonilla.”

With a wink and a swish of her hips, she’s out the door. I lean against it to watch her walk away, one of my favorite parts of the day. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky, what bit of Karma I cast into the universe to end up with the woman and the family of my dreams, but I know I’m the luckiest guy in the entire world.

I grab my gym bag and am about to pull out of my garage when my phone lights up with a text from Megan—a picture of Cora from this morning. The three of us are smiling bright in the Kansas sun, with Cora hugging her mom’s growing baby bump and my arms around them both.

I make a stop by Walgreens to get it printed so I can tack it up in my locker, along with all the photos from our wedding and honeymoon over Christmas to Venezuela. Of Cora on her bike and the first baseball she ever caught at a game. Me and Cora sharing an ice cream sundae. My amazing family life caught in stills.

My breath still catches when I look at them, and I know that today, I’ll hit that long ball.





Bonus book





Badass in My Bed #1




Enjoy a complete bonus book, my novel Badass in My Bed #1.

My life is music. I play it, I live it, I breathe it. Next week, I start my dream job playing cello with the Boston Symphony. My father might finally be proud of me, and I… well, I’ll have my music.

Then I met Dylan—tattooed, badass, always-hard Dylan. He’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever been with before. Just one night can’t hurt me.

But sometimes when you play with fire, you get burned.