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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Christy

Three days was good. Three days gave me time to still be me and get my stuff done at work and around the house. Three days made me miss him like crazy, but still keep my head on straight.

Those three days are up though. He flies home tonight, and I can’t wait to see him.

He kept in contact with me while he was gone, texting me any moment he had with just funny things he’d seen on his trip or little stories to tell me. We spoke every night before bed and again when he woke up.

I’ve never thought about this aspect of a professional athlete’s life. Thankfully, the team provides all their meals, but it’s a lot of living on the road and sleeping in hotels.

Nolan set our TV to record every game, so if we weren’t home to watch, we’d spend our nights watching from the recording. Every time Evan went up to bat, Nolan would stand and mimic his little routine as he got in the box, then tried to copy his swing.

The amount of anticipation that runs through me while watching him play is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s this nervous energy that makes it hard for me to sit still, but if I stand, I feel like I’m going to throw up. I know parents who wish to see their last name written across a jersey on TV one day, but I don’t know if I could handle it. If this were Nolan up to bat, I think I’d lose it altogether.

When he gets a hit, I scream at the top of my lungs. When he strikes out, I feel this deep sadness in my soul. By the end of the game, I need a drink just to calm myself down—and I’ve never been a big drinker!

His plane lands at nine, and though we didn’t talk about him stopping by my place, I’m hoping he surprises me by doing so. After I get Nolan tucked in bed, I change into a tank top and pajama pants, then make myself some tea and curl up on the couch to watch some TV.

My phone is next to me where I can see the screen in case he calls or texts, and I swear I feel like it’s mocking me, sitting all dark and lonely there, not making a peep, no matter how many times I look at it, willing it to do something.

With a commercial flight, I can check the status if it’s landed or where it is, but with his flight, there’s nothing. It’s a private plane and this big secret that no one can easily track from the outside world. I get the security of it, but right now, it’s driving me insane because it’s past ten, and I haven’t heard a word from him.

Finally, my screen lights up, and I see a text from him.

Come outside.

I jump so fast that I knock over my mug—thankfully, I finished my tea a few minutes ago. I race to the door and swing it open, only to see him standing there with the most gorgeous grin across his face.

I hop into his arms, and he catches me with ease while I press my lips to his. When he swipes his tongue against mine, my entire body melts into oblivion with only him to hold me up.

“Come inside,” I pant, needing more of him.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, kissing him some more. “Nolan’s been asleep for a while. We just need to be quiet.”

He carries me into the house, turns to close and lock the door, then walks straight to my bedroom, shutting that door behind us too.

“I missed you,” he whispers, kissing my neck as he lays me down.

I wrap my legs around him. “I missed you too.”

One of his hands grips my hip as the other runs down my face, my neck, over my breasts, following a path down to my knees. I’m helpless in his arms, closing my eyes and letting his touch take over all my senses.

“You’re so beautiful.” He kisses the path he just made, stopping at my navel and moving across my stomach. “Every part of you.”

He kisses where I know I have stretch marks from Nolan, and any insecurity I had floats away.

He lifts my shirt until it’s all the way off, then says, “Flip over.”

I do as I was told and curl my arms up underneath me while anticipation builds within my core.

Straddling my body, he runs his strong hands around my shoulders, down my spine, and around either side of my waist. I inhale, loving the way just having his palms on me fills me with this comfort of security I haven’t felt in years.

When he kisses everywhere he just touched, chills cover me, and my chest tightens.

“I dream about being next to you every night,” he says, pressing his lips into my neck. “I’d never hated being in a hotel room as much as I did these past three nights.”

All I can do is hum my response due to the trance he has over my entire body.

“Did you think of me too?”

I nod.

He slides around, cupping the underside of my breasts and rubbing them softly. “What did you do when you thought of me?”

A wave of embarrassment washes over me, and when I don’t answer, he continues, “Did you touch yourself?”

I feel myself flush, but I still don’t respond.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You can tell me if you did. I want to hear it.”

I inhale, feeling a little less insecure when I nod.

He lifts up and makes his way down my body, taking my pajama pants and panties with him before tossing them to the ground. After removing his shirt, he lies on top of me, pressing his chest into my back.

He reaches to where I have my hands curled up against my chest and holds my hand with one while his other one runs down the length of my body until he finds his way to my core. My breath hitches when I feel his fingers run through my folds.

“When you think of me, do you like to use your fingers or a toy?” he asks, moving his fingers to my entrance, grabbing the moisture I’m sure is spilling out by now and bringing it to my clit in a slow, methodical movement.

My eyes roll back in my head from the way he’s holding me with half of his body and awakening me so easily.

He doesn’t stop what he’s doing while he leans in to whisper again, “What do you like?”

“I used my fingers,” I finally say, feeling my face get so hot.

I want to shy away, but he stops me.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I want to hear what you do when you think of me.”

He kisses my lips, and I lift my head to get more of him.

“Were your fingers enough?” He kisses my shoulder.

“No. I needed more. I needed you,” I finally admit.

He slides one finger inside me, and I gasp at how amazing just this small amount can feel when I’m this turned on.

“Do you not have a toy?”

I close my eyes and shake my head.

“We’ll have to get you one for when I’m gone.”

“I …” I can’t speak with the way he’s moving his finger in and out of me, then up to my clit.

“Do you like that?”

I nod and hum my response.

“Do you wish it were me instead of just my finger?”

I nod more, squeezing the hand he’s holding.

“My beautiful girl.” He kisses my shoulder again. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I fucking love seeing you like this, all wet and dying for more.”

I open my eyes, and he tilts his head down to look at me.

“Please. I need you. All of you.”

He removes his finger, flips me over so I’m on my back, and stands to remove his pants and boxer briefs. I watch as he slips on a condom and makes his way on top of me.

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.”

He slides inside me, and my head instantly drops back while intense pleasure races through my body. He moves in and out, and I have to bite his shoulder to not scream out in ecstasy.

Sex has never been like this—with anyone. I thought the mind-blowing sex you hear on TV was a myth. But, no, the way he makes every inch of my body feel like it’s going to explode is almost more than I can handle.

I keep fighting the urge to either beg him to stop because it’s too intense or demand more.

The more he pushes, the louder I need to scream. Every time he pulls out, it’s like the force of the ocean’s waves are being yanked from me, and when he pushes back in, volcanoes are erupting throughout my entire body, down to my soul.

“I-I-I’m—” is all I can spit out when he pushes inside me one more time.

He holds me tight while I spill over and clench his cock so many times that I’ve lost all control and just let my body enjoy this moment.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, finding his own release.

Once the waves of my orgasm have calmed down, I flop my head down on the bed, not able to move at all with my eyes closed.

Evan kisses my lips. “So beautiful.”

I can barely open my eyes but when I do, I’m lost in him even more.