Page 13 of Curve Ball (The San Jose Coyotes #2)

ADRIANA

F ollowing behind Gael has me running through everything in my mind. Did I want all of this to go down at my best friend’s gender reveal?

No.

But I’m glad that it’s now out in the open. No more hiding what’s going on, so it’s not smacking me in the face in twenty weeks.

A baby. Our baby.

The baby that he wants.

I let out a breath and, turning into the parking garage of his apartment, I realize I don’t have anything to wear to bed or for the appointment in the morning. Shit. I should’ve told him I needed to stop by my place first. But I have a feeling he would have thought that I was gonna run away again.

I’m not running anymore.

I want whatever this is.

Turning the car off, I sit there for a minute and just remind myself.

I am worthy of love. There is nothing wrong with me and Gael wants me.

The sound of a car door slamming shut echoes in the garage.

In my side mirror, I watch as Gael comes between his car and mine.

Tap, tap, tap . The sound of his fingertips on my window turns my attention to him.

I hit the unlock button, and he pulls the door open, reaching over to unbuckle me. “Let’s go, Mama.”

With my hand in his, he pulls me up and, with no hesitation, I lean in and kiss him.

My teeth sink into his bottom lip and he groans, closing the car door and then pushing me up against it.

Gael’s hands slide into my hair and anchor my mouth to his.

“Keep that up, Mama, and I’ll fuck you right here. We’re no stranger to public sex.”

There is a small part of me that wants to egg him on, just so I can feel him inside me right now, but I want more. I want to be held in his arms, for him to take his time with me. I think he deserves more than a quickie between our cars.

I deserve more than that.

But there’s also the nagging feeling of guilt festering inside and I can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m sorry, Papi,” reaching up to caress his face, his stubble rough on my palms. “For running and shutting you out. For being scared. I hope you can forgive me for being so—” Gael cuts me off with another kiss.

“We’re past it. You wanna be with me, Adri?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “I really do.”

“You, me, and our baby—it’s gonna be okay. Understand? I’m in this, one hundred percent. Not just for them, Mama. For you too.”

“Yeah?” I sniffle, lip trembling. “For me?”

“Yeah, Hermosa . Now let's get upstairs.” Gael takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. Once we’re inside, staring at our reflection in the door, I speak up.

“I don’t have anything to wear for the appointment tomorrow. I can’t go in the same clothes I wore today.” I look down at my jeans and see the remnants of the pink dust from the baseball .

“Well, we can either leave early and stop by your place or you can wear some of my clothes. Not gonna lie, seeing you in my sweats might turn me on, though.” He smirks, and I swear I feel my heart drop straight to my pussy.

“I’m bigger than you, Gael.” I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat.

In a split second, his hand is around my throat, pinning me to the back wall of the lift.

“I’m six foot one, two hundred and ten pounds, but in the off-season, I’m more like two twenty because my mother and Tías feed me too much.

No soy algún flaco de mierda, mama. I guarantee you’ll fit into my clothes. ”

“Okay, Papi.” Submitting to him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. The way his eyes never leave mine and say everything that he needs to say without speaking. It’s everything.

You’re beautiful.

Perfect.

Things I would never say to myself out loud.

The doors open and we don’t waste any time in getting inside the apartment. As soon as the lock engages, he spins me around, his eyes locked on mine as he sinks to his knees in front of me. What the fu?—

“Lift your shirt up, Mama. I need to talk to our baby.”

Do not cry right now, Adri. You fight these mother fucking hormones and keep it together.

It’s a losing battle within myself when I look down at him and so much… love is in his eyes. I cry softly as I lift the hem of my shirt and Gael scoots closer, unzipping my jeans and kissing every inch of my exposed stomach.

“We’re gonna speak Spanish to them, right Mama?” I nod, and he places his hands on either side of my stomach and says,. “Soy tu papá. Lo siento mucho no haber estado ahí cuando mamá se enteró de ti. Pero te prometo, no me voy a ninguna parte. No puedo esperar a verte manana. ”

Well, fuck.

Could he be any more perfect?

Standing there, tears streaming down my face, Gael looks up at me, his eyes filled with looks like a combination of love and burning desire.

He stands up, his hands never leaving my body, and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss.

Our tongues collide, his fighting for dominance, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that has been building for what feels like an eternity.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, Mama,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands already working on tugging my jeans down.

I help him, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my pants, leaving me in just my shirt, bra, and underwear.

Quickly, I pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.

Gael’s eyes roam over my body, taking in every curve and stretch mark, especially the new ones that are forming, and I can see the raw hunger in his gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Adriana,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. “Seeing you like this, knowing that you’re carrying my baby, our baby , it’s the biggest turn-on.”

“Really?” I ask, letting out a staggered breath.

“You have no idea. Adriana, verte así, con mi bebé en tu vientre, me dan ganas de protegerte y amarte más que nunca. Quiero que sepas cuánto te adoro, cuánto te necesito. ”

He leads me to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower, the steam quickly filling the room.

Gael strips, then steps in first, pulling me in after I take off my bra and underwear, and the hot water cascades over our bodies, relaxing every tense muscle.

He grabs the body wash, pouring a generous amount into his hands, and starts to lather me up, his strong hands massaging my skin, making me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

“Relájate, Hermosa. Déjame cuidarte.”

So I let him do just that. Gael’s touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I can feel my body responding to him, my nipples hardening, and the tug of the barbells doesn’t help the familiar ache building between my legs.

I reach out, my hands finding that he’s already hard and I stroke him, feeling him grow even harder in my hand.

Gael groans, his head falling back against the shower wall, giving me full access to his body.

“Fuck, Mama, that feels so good,” he rasps, his hips bucking into my hand. I smile, pleased with the power I have over him, and I continue to stroke him, my thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the precum that has gathered there.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as he reaches for one of the built-in shelves for stability. “I’ve missed you… Oh, shit … so fucking much.”

Gael’s hands aren’t idle as I inch him closer to orgasm.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my piercing, making me hiss.

It might be time to take them out; they are just too sensitive now.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

I moan, my head falling back, my body on fire with need.

“Gael,” I whisper, desperately needing him to touch me. “I need you.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m right here, Mama. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You know what I mean.”

Gael spins me around, my back to his front, and I can feel his hard length pressing against my ass. His hands roam over my body, one cupping my breast, the other sliding down my stomach, heading straight for my pussy. I spread my legs, giving him better access, and he groans in approval.

“Such a good girl, opening up for me,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.

I moan, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.

He obliges, slipping one, then two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.

“Papi, please,” I beg, my thighs trembling. “I need more.”

He chuckles. “Patience, Mama. I want to enjoy this body of yours. You kept it away from me,” Soft kisses on my neck, the stream of water hitting my chest, and his low, seductive voice in my ear.

“Me gusta verte correrte, ver cómo tu cuerpo tiembla y se suelta. Quiero que grites mi nombre mientras lo haces, mama. Los vecinos deberían conocer mi nombre con lo fuerte que lo gritas.”

He continues to finger me, his other hand playing with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, and I know I’m close.

“Come for me, Adri,” Gael whispers in my ear. “Let me feel your pussy pulse around my fingers.”

And I do.

I come undone, my body shaking, my breath coming in gasps as waves of pleasure wash over me. Gael holds me up, his strong arms around me, his fingers still inside me, drawing out every last tremor of my orgasm.

“Qué buena puta, mama. Ahora te vas a correr en mi pija. Te vas a meter cada puto centímetro de mí y rogarme que te llene.”

He withdraws his fingers, turns me around, brings the fingers to his mouth and sucks my cum from them.

Then his lips come crashing down on mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.

My eyes roll as his tongue caresses mine.

Lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressing against my entrance.

I slide down onto him, taking him inch by inch, until he’s fully inside me.

“Fuck, Mama, you feel so good,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “So tight, so wet. ”

He moves, thrusting his hips, fucking me slow and deep, his eyes never leaving mine. The water from the shower is still raining down on us, but I barely notice it, so consumed by the man inside me. Each thrust hits my front wall, sending little pulses of pressure right where I need it.

“Gael,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m close again.”

He groans. “That’s it. Come for me again. Let me feel your perfect cunt milk my cock.”

It’s like his filthy mouth can control when I come, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clamping down on his length, drawing out his own orgasm. He groans, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.

Gael finally pulls out, setting me down gently, and turns off the shower.

He wraps a towel around me, drying me off, his touches soft and loving.

The way his hands caress my stomach, like there is something precious there.

Well, there is.

Our son or daughter is in there.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, Mama,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He leads me from the bathroom to the bed, his hand on the small of my back, and I can feel his length already hardening again. I climb onto the bed, lying on my back, and Gael crawls up my body, his eyes locked on mine.

“Will you ride me, Mama?” he asks, his eyes pleading with mine. “Let me watch that beautiful body of yours take all of me.”

How do you say no to that?

You don’t.

I straddle him, feeling his cock pressing against my entrance, and I slowly lower myself onto him, taking him inch by inch. “Oh, fuck, Gael.” I lean back and move, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning and gasping for breath.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Gael whimpers, his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. His eyes flutter closed, his back arching. “Your body was fucking made for me. Made to carry all my babies. Ay Dios , Adriana.”

I lean forward, my hands on his chest for support, and I ride him faster, my body slamming down onto his, taking him deeper with each stroke. Gael’s eyes snap open, his breathing ragged, and I can feel him thickening inside me.

“Adriana,” he groans, his voice a warning. “I’m close. Your body, your tits, your pussy—it’s all so fucking perfect. Seeing you like this, pregnant with my baby. I want this forever.”

“Come for me, Gael,” I lean in and whisper in his ear, my lips on his neck sucking and biting. “Fill me up again.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck . I’m coming.” He lets out the sexiest grunts, groans, and whimpers as his cock pulses inside me. Our bodies move in sync, our breaths mingling. I come only a few seconds behind him, collapsing onto his chest. Our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

Gael wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and I can feel his heartbeat against my cheek. I close my eyes, a contented sigh escaping my lips, and I know right now that everything is going to be okay.

“I’ve got you, Adri. You and our baby.” He shifts us to where we’re on our sides, but he’s still inside me. “Everything is going to be okay. I don’t know what made you run, and someday, if you feel comfortable enough, I’d love for you to share with me. But regardless, we’re okay. I’m yours, Mama.”