Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Sounds great," she replies, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
We grab our food and find our seats, and I can barely keep my eyes on the field. Eloise is more captivating than any goddamn baseball game, and I have a hard time concentrating on what’s happening on the field.
Her shirt clings to her body, tracing every curve that ignites a burning desire within me. Each word out of her mouth is an electric jolt. She’s open, happy, and all goddamn mine.
I notice her empty cup. “Want another beer?” I offer, not caring if I miss the first inning while waiting in the mile-long concession line. Not caring about anything but making my girl happy.
“I’d love a beer,” she replies, settling in and soaking up the atmosphere.
“I’ll be right back.” I look around, making sure there doesn’t appear to be anyone around who’ll give Eloise trouble before rushing off.
A while later, I return with two cups and a Sentinels shirt she can wear later, when we’re alone. It’s two sizes too big, and I can’t wait to see it on her luscious body.
“I saw this and thought it would look great on you.” I slide a little closer, watching her reaction as she holds up the shirt. “With nothing else.”
She puts it in her lap and reaches for my hand. “I might get chilly,” she beams, squeezing me with more strength than I thought her small fingers had. “So, you’ll have to find a way to keep me warm.” My cock nearly tears a hole through my jeans as she runs her soft thumb over my knuckles.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you good and hot,” I promise as the game kicks off.
The Sentinels score early, and Eloise is more invested than I expected. She cheers like she’s part of the team, leaning in and pulling me along with her as the innings stretch on. The hotter the game gets, the hotter I get. I’m so goddamn hungry for her, I could self-combust.
Her energy’s infectious, and I barely notice the rowdy crowd all around us. All I know is I can’t fucking wait to get her alone and see her in that shirt, then not in that shirt. Her hair falls over one eye, and I brush it back without thinking.
“Am I distracting you?” Eloise asks, catching me staring more at her than the field.
“Just a little,” I confess, though my body says it’s more than that.
“Good.” She winks at me, and I barely resist the urge to fuck her right here in front of the other thirty-thousand people in the stands.
The crowd surges when the game gets tense, and I take the opportunity to down my cold beer, hoping it cools my jets a little. The Sentinels tie it up in the bottom of the ninth, and I hope this fucking game doesn’t go into extra innings. I’m counting down the time until I can take her back to the hotel.
When the final run happens, and the Sentinels win, we both jump to our feet.
She beams up at me with flushed cheeks and her hair sticking to her damp skin. “That was so fun.”
“I’m glad you had fun.” I pull her in closer as the crowd begins to filter out.
“Now, can we go back to the hotel?” She laughs, pressing against me with just the right amount of pressure to make me lose my mind.
“Fuck yes.” The ride back to the hotel takes way longer than it should. Eloise holds my hand as I navigate the busy streets. Each mile seems to take an eternity.
The door barely clicks shut behind us when Eloise decides to take control, shocking the fuck out of me. She yanks her t-shirt over her head like she’s been waiting all damn day to get naked. The fabric hits the floor with a soft thud, and there she is, standing in nothing but a lacy black bra that’s practically begging to be ripped off. Her tits are full, round, and just begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock.
She doesn’t give me a second to admire her though. No, she’s on me like a fucking predator, her lips crashing into mine in a kiss so hot it feels like my brain’s short-circuiting. Her tongue is in my mouth before I can even think, and I’m groaning like a goddamn animal, my hands clawing at her back, pulling her closer.
She’s not wasting any time either. Her fingers are under my shirt, yanking it up and over my head, and I’m too fucking turned on to care where it lands. Her bra’s next, and fucking hell, the way her tits bounce free is enough to make me forget my own name. They’re soft and heavy in my hands, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I can’t resist. I lean down and take one in my mouth, sucking hard, and the sound she makes is pure fucking sin. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I’m so hard it hurts.