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CHAPTER TWENTY

Kelton

“Someone is in a much better mood.” Jake chuckles tossing the ball at me. It hits my glove, I think back to last night and can’t help but smile.

“My father went back home, though I’d prefer that my gran stayed behind. Our visit was interrupted by his pissy attitude.”

“Is it Pops being gone or more the girl in the crowd cheering you on?” he asks when he catches the ball I threw back.

I don’t answer but I don’t have to. He knows by the way I seek her out and my grin widens.

I should be tired, but instead I’m riding high.

My legs ache and I swear I can still taste her, but the lack of sleep was so worth it.

Starting my morning inside of Emerson kicked off the best day I’ve had in a long ass time.

“What happens when she heads back home?” I catch the ball and glare at him, making him chuckle.

“Are you trying to piss me off?"

Holding up his hands he grins. “I’m just laying it out there. She doesn’t live here, and I may not know much but I remember you saying that you had to leave her once. What happens this time?”

“We’ll make it work.” Though now the asshole has me wondering what I do now.

“I hope you do.” He tosses the ball back and points toward the dugout where all the guys are starting to head in.

I walk after him, instead of jogging and again look up to the place where Emerson and my sister sit.

They have their heads turned toward one another talking and as if she can feel me like I feel her, she turns.

My sister waves and I wave back, but Emerson only stares. Hopefully she is thinking the same things that I am.

This is real.

We are not a pastime. This isn’t an itch that needs scratched. I fucking want her, not for now, but for every damned day.

Lifting my fingers to my lips I press a kiss and then lift my hand to the air. It’s for her, and only her, but every person in that section and around doesn’t think so. She smiles big, reaches up repeating my movements and I know she knows.

She feels it.

“You don’t care that Jerry took your sister to dinner?”

“Nope.” I grab my shirt and rip it over my head.

“They could be—” I hold up my hand for her to stop.

“Don’t care.” I give her a stop right there look. I am fully aware that my sister and my agent are dating or something. I don’t want to think about it. “The only thing I care about is you and me.”

She arches a brow as I step in closer.

“You are wearing too many clothes,” I tell her and she smiles.

“Maybe you should help me take some off.” With her hands on her hips she smirks like she knows me so well.

So I challenge her. “I think I’ll watch you instead.

” Then I start to work my buckle loose and notice how she averts her eyes, taking me in.

“You should really catch up, babe. Before you know it I’m gonna be standing here hard and waiting and I’ll be forced to take care of this by myself.

” When I say this I reach in and grip my hard cock, pulling it up so she can now see the needy guy sticking out of the top of my boxers.

And what does she do? The little minx licks her fucking lips.

“Yeah babe, he wants that too.” She quickly lifts her gaze to mine once more. “Your hot little tongue swirling around, your lips sliding over me.” I stroke myself and she watches. “Get those clothes off and we can act out what we are both envisioning.”

Her shaking hands start doing as I asked, but her eyes continue to shift between mine and the way I continue to slide my fist up and down over my hardness.

My thighs shake, the barer she becomes.

Fuck me, she stands in the middle of my living room, stark naked and I’m weak in the knees, barely holding on.

I step closer, she does the same.

Then Emerson is on her knees, pushing my hands out of the way as she takes over. A desperation coursing through us both like we are starved. With every single slide of her tongue and lips over me, I feel myself losing my grip.

“Damn,” I growl, combing my fingers through her hair as they tangle in the curls. She bobs and I keep my hands there following the motions. But the second she looks up at me through her long lashes, my cock still in her mouth I’m sunk.

Bending down, I hook her under her arms, pulling her up and spinning her around.

“Kelton,” she pants my name.

Stepping in behind her, I grip my cock and search for her. Finding she is as turned on as me I thrust forward and fill her.

“Yes.” Her word echoes over the apartment and I pick up speed. So deep, her wetness coats my thighs, and I fuck her hard. With her hands pressed to the glass I am thankful there is a reflective privacy coating on the windows. I can’t imagine those images being printed in tabloids.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans intermixing, drives us on. Then she stiffens.

“What?” I ask as I turn and hate that she does the same. Feeling the loss of her warmth surrounding me, I reach out and squeeze her hip.

“We forgot a condom.” We were both so lost that we’d missed that step.

“I’m clean, I promise.”

“It’s not that.” She worries her lip. “I didn’t get my shot last month. I’m not active.” She shrugs. God fucking love her she acts like that is a bad thing.

“Babe, I love that fact.” She smiles and I laugh.

“We have to be careful,” she says, ignoring my happiness of my newfound knowledge.

“Okay,” I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her to the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Condom.” I spin her around and nudge her back to the bed. I quickly grab one, and in record time I have it on and I’m nudging her legs apart. “Now where were we?” I don’t wait for her response as I thrust forward filling her once again.

“Fuck,” I growl, and her back arches, thrusting her tits up into my face. Sucking her nipple she whispers my name and we take full advantage of having this little time alone.

There was no reason to be quiet, for either of us. I felt like a pent-up adolescent teen that couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was the nagging voice in the back of my mind reminding me that we were on borrowed time.

Or maybe it was because no one has ever made me feel the way Emerson has; a deeper connection than just two people chasing a release.

Emerson has always had a special place in my heart. Years ago when she was growing up around us, when she gave me something she’d never given another man and now, when she was here reminding me of what home truly feels like.