Page 41 of Pitcher Perfect (Big Shots #4)

Robbie meant what he’d said earlier—and he meant it even more now. He wished he could go back in time and erase every single

thing he’d done with women before Skylar. Every depraved act he’d committed. Every empty hookup. Because this... running

home in the sudden downpour and getting soaked, forced to stop so they could laugh and kiss every hundred or so yards, sipping

rainwater from her mouth... this was the definition of fulfillment. He’d fucking found it.

Due to the welcome heaviness in his chest and mind and nerve endings, his feet were barely working well enough to keep pace

through the trees leading to the house. He just kept thinking, She didn’t correct me when I called her my girlfriend .

What did that mean?

Was this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity really knocking?

“I know it’s pouring and this makes no sense, but...” Skylar said, slowing to a stop, turning to him, her hair plastered

to her face and neck, dress soaked, skin wet. If there was a chance he could call this woman his, he’d beat the game of life.

Nothing compared to her. Nothing and no one could ever come close. “I don’t want to go home yet.”

“It makes perfect sense to me,” Robbie managed, his voice like gravel. “God, you look so beautiful right now.”

Her tits rose and fell. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

It was darker than it should have been this time of the afternoon, but clouds had moved in and left the air heavy, slightly humid.

They stood in the electric atmosphere, their clothes absorbing more and more rain, but neither one of them caring or taking notice.

And it must have been the strange suspension of time that made Robbie push.

Made him reach for an answer, even though he was asking too soon.

Even though he hadn’t quite earned the answer he wanted yet.

Even though he’d given her barely any time to consider him.

“You going to let me be your boyfriend, Skylar?”

A smile flirted around the corners of her rain-slickened mouth, softening the fact that she didn’t say yes without hesitation.

“I need more information. Can you tell me what that relationship will look like?”

“I can tell you what I want it to look like.”

She pursed her lips. “That’ll do.”

“Okay.” Robbie crossed his wrists behind his back and circled in a slow pace around the girl of his dreams, trying not to

get distracted by the delicate line of her neck, her wet shoulders. Or the fact that he could see her panties through the

sodden material of her skirt. That tight curve of her ass. He ignored the long, hot tug between his legs and focused. “Once

playoffs are over, I have some time off. I’d like to spend all of it with you.”

She flicked him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder. “All of it?”

“That’s what I said.” Too much? Oh well.

He was in a magical forest with a girl who had doubts about him and honesty was the only way to fix that.

“I want to go to your games and watch you pitch. I want to take you on millions of dates. I can’t believe I haven’t even been to your apartment yet.

I want to see it. And I want my own side of the bed.

Actually, fuck that. We’ll both sleep in the middle.

” He took a fortifying breath. “I’m probably only going to make it a week before introducing you to my parents.

Is it weird I want to show you where I grew up?

I don’t know. I need you to know me. I’ve never wanted anyone to know me so fucking bad and like what they see. ”

He’d circled back around to the front of Skylar now and found her looking as winded as he felt. Winded but strong, as if that

made any sense. “I’m worried I’m making you change for me. I’m worried you’ll resent me after a while.”

“Resent you ?” Surprise hastened Robbie forward, and he took her face in his hands, brushing away raindrops with his thumbs. “Skylar.

Look at me. You’re not changing me. You reminded me who I always wanted to be.

Did you kick me in the ass? Yeah. Good. The best things in life kick you in the ass.

And God, you are the best thing in this life.

The best thing.” Realizing he was shouting, Robbie dropped his forehead to Skylar’s and rolled

it side to side, lowering his voice to a rasp. “Forget the other guy and be my girlfriend. Please.”

He groaned out loud when she slid her fingers into his hair. “I had no idea you were so romantic,” she whispered. “That was

really, really romantic.”

That encouragement kicked the rest of his walls down and all the corny thoughts in his head came pouring out. “You haven’t

seen anything yet. I propose we get those bracelets you touch when you’re thinking about your significant other and theirs

lights up, no matter how far away they are. So if I’m in Montreal and you’re in Boston... basically your bracelet is going

to stay continuously lit.”

“I’ve already forgotten the other guy,” she blurted.

Robbie’s heart nearly detached itself, it started pounding so furiously. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They were both laughing when he swooped in and caught her mouth in a kiss, but their mirth didn’t last. It was eclipsed within seconds by lust so rough around the edges, he knew every sexual encounter from his past had been half-hearted, lackluster in comparison to what this person could do to him with a snap of her fingers.

Hunger drove into his lower body like a Formula 1 car taking a curve, his cock full and aching, as if he hadn’t fucked her twice already in the last twenty-four hours.

Being inside this girl twice was laughably not enough .

No number of times would ever be enough, but maybe somewhere around the ten thousand mark, he’d have taken the edge off?

Doubtful.

“I hate to break this to you, Skylar,” Robbie said through his teeth, his hands creeping beneath her skirt to take those juicy

cheeks in his hands, kneading them. “But we’re probably going to end up canceling a lot of our dates.”

Her head fell back as he attacked her neck, love biting every inch or so on his journey to her ear while she shivered against

him. “Hmm. W-why?”

He gathered her panties in his fist, turning them into a thong and using the material to quickly yank her up onto her toes.

“Because you’ve got this hot little slit between your thighs and I can’t seem to keep myself out of it.”

Skylar’s eyes glazed over, her breaths beginning to sound more like gasps. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

Robbie was already unzipping his jeans. “Maybe there’s no way I could. How about that?”

This girl—this once-in-a-lifetime, mind-blowing girl who made him feel vulnerable and victorious at the same time—pulled her

own panties down in one graceful forward bend. By the time she straightened, dangling them from her index finger and tossing

them onto the forest floor, Robbie was in some kind of fevered trance and Skylar was the pocket watch swinging back and forth

in front of his face.

“Come here,” he said, shuddering when she lifted the front of her pleated skirt, letting him see her pussy.

Teasing him with a side-to-side sway of her hips and Jesus Christ, he could already see the outline of her nipples through the wet dress, so he was done.

Cooked. As horny as a man could get without dying.

“Get up here...” He pulled her close by the cheeks of her ass, lifting until her toes were barely brushing the ground. “Or I’ll put you up here.”

With an expression of mock innocence, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Like this, Robbie?”

I’m not going to survive. “Finally discovered your power over me, didn’t you?” He reached behind Skylar, fisting his dick and dragging it down the

rain-drenched split of her backside, earning himself a gasp and a jerk of her legs, a whimper when he finally positioned the

head at the entrance of her cunt. “I have a little power over you, too, though, don’t I?”

“You have a lot of it, actually,” she whispered jaggedly. “More than you think.”

Trying his best not to be overcome, Robbie tucked the sensitive tip of his cock into her perfect warmth and thrust up, hard,

hips tilting to get himself as deep as possible while she struggled through the pressure of being joined at this angle, her

thighs vibrating around his hips from the invasion, but loving it. Loving it. Her mouth told him so, giving him tongue and

murmuring his name, even as she squirmed, driving him fucking crazy. “Tell me, then.”

“I need you.” Skylar wrapped her arms around his head, sobbing near his forehead as he started to bounce her, her rear end

gripped tightly in his hands. “I need you, I need you .”

His pace picked up, because he couldn’t help it.

Couldn’t help the raw upward slap of his hips or the frantic whirlwind in his chest, his belly, his head.

He fucked her hard and fast, like an animal, in painful heat over the jiggle of her tits against his chest, the way his cock sounded like wet suction every time it entered her, his lips in a snarl against her throat.

Oh my God. Oh my God. “I need you, too, baby. All the time. So goddamn bad. You’re my girlfriend. You’re mine .”

These were not questions. They were statements. No one fucked like this, like their souls were bleeding, and left questions

hanging in the air.

And when she said, “Yours. Yours,” hot moisture pressed in behind his eyes and his knees almost lost their ability to function,

gratitude hit him with such a blow. As it was, he stumbled slightly to the right before catching himself and going after her

orgasm with a single-minded obsession, latching his teeth to the curve of her neck with a ragged sound he hoped, he prayed,

she interpreted as a thank you, thank you, I won’t let you down .

But he never found out if she translated him correctly, because she said, “Come as deep as you can, pleasepleaseplease , I love the way it feels,” and he nearly blacked out, every thought but one leaking out of his ears, especially when her

thighs flexed and trembled around his waist, her cunt tightening around him like a motherfucking knot.

“Good. You’re about to get some.” He bit down hard on his bottom lip as the tremor started in his spine, his groin, everywhere,

rattling him like windowpanes during an earthquake. “Every part of me, inside and out, is yours. Every fucking day of the

week.”

They shook through the end, trapped against each other as the release pitched and battered them, moisture from their bodies sliding down skin, mouths gasping and kissing, hands bruising, hips grinding, grinding, bucking, rain sizzling on their hot skin.

She cried out and he knew that meant her thighs were going to drop, powerless, so he clutched her ass tighter and tilted his hips to compensate, bouncing her several more times to get rid of the pain, the perfect agony that came from being vulnerable with his person.

This is my person.

He’d known it the minute she’d mouthed fuck you at him at the baseball field... and shit, why was thinking about that making him emotional? Combined with the way she

clung to him now, breathing so sweetly and erratically into his neck, he didn’t stand a chance. Emotions were happening. Every

last one of them. All for this girl.

He loved her, that was all there was to it, and he was never, ever going back.

He held her like that until the rain stopped, trying to shake the creeping worry that the storm wasn’t completely over yet.