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forty-two

Rory

“Get it, Sage!” Harlow shouts, and Sage breaks out in a fit of giggles, shaking her hips from side to side.

Spring Training is finally over, so Harlow came over to have a dance party with Sage and me while we wait for the guys. Since Lo picked the music, we’re dancing to Taylor Swift. Not that Sage has any complaints since that’s pretty much all Lane listens to anyway.

“You’re definitely ready to start ballet lessons next week, Lovebug!” I say happily, grabbing her hands and spinning her around.

“Again, Wory!”

I laugh as I spin her again before Lo flops down on the sofa. “I’m pretty sure Sage is in better shape than I am,” she says.

“I figured you’d be having enough sex to give you an actual workout,” I smirk, wiggling my brows at her.

“Knox does most of the work,” she laughs. “But I also haven’t seen him in weeks now.”

“Careful not to break the bed tonight, then.”

“You too, babe.”

“My bed will be fine. We usually use your brother’s.”

Harlow shudders, and I burst out laughing. “I guess I was asking for that,” she chuckles lightly. “How has everything been, though?”

I sit down beside her and smile. “Amazing. Lo, your brother is just… incredible. I’ve never been this happy.”

She returns my smile, placing her hand on top of mine gently. “And have you thought more about what I told you at Sage’s birthday party?”

I bite my lip, nervous to admit my feelings out loud. “I have. I kind of figured everything out when we went down to Florida.”

“Are you going to tell me what you figured out?” She looks at me expectantly.

I sigh. “Don’t say anything to him, but… I love him, Lo. I’m stupidly in love with your brother.”

Harlow squeals excitedly, causing Sage to join in even though she has no idea what’s going on. “You’re totally going to be my sister-in-law one day, aren’t you?”

My smile at the thought is involuntary. “I’m not opposed to the idea. But we’ve only been together for three months.”

“But you do want to marry him, don’t you?” she prods. Harlow is damn persistent when she wants to be.

“Yeah,” I say softly. “I’d love to marry Cole one day. When I picture my future five, ten, fifteen years down the road, he’s all I can see.”

“My brother has always been a happy person, but I’ve still seen such a change in him recently. His happiness now is contagious. He’s always smiling.” Her face turns more serious. “Thank you for being everything he needs, Rory. He deserves happiness. So do you. And I’m glad you guys found it together.”

I wipe a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “Don’t make me emotional, Lo,” I say with a watery laugh.

“No, you can’t cry, or I’ll start crying.”

Sage walks over to us in concern. “Wory sad? Wo sad?”

“No, Lovebug,” I chuckle, picking her up and pulling her into my lap.

“Aunt Harlow and Aunt Rory are happy, Sagie,” Lo says, mussing up the soft curls on her head.

“Otay,” Sage says, apparently satisfied with our answer. She slides off my lap and runs over to start dancing again.

“God, she’s so fu-... flipping cute,” Harlow says, correcting herself before she slips.

“Thanks. I made her myself,” a deep voice booms from behind us, causing us both to simultaneously jump.

“What the hell, Lane?” I yell, turning around to find a very amused Lane and two more amused men standing behind him. “Cole!” I shout, jumping off the sofa and running over to him.

Cole wraps his arms around me as Harlow joins Knox, and Lane walks over to his daughter. “You left your door unlocked, Starlight.”

“That explains how you snuck in. That and the loud music.”

“Make sure you keep it locked, Rory. I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you.”

“I promise,” I smile, standing on my tiptoes and pressing my forehead against his. “I missed you so much, Cole. I’m so glad you’re home now.”

“Me too, baby. Now I won’t have to be away from you again until Spring Training next year.”

“Planning to keep me around, Pierce?” I tease, grasping his shirt in my hands. “Sounds like someone sees a future with me.”

Cole just smiles at me, and I feel it settle over my heart. “Yes, I do. And I’ll be here as long as you want me around.”

Forever sounds good , I think to myself, refraining from saying it out loud. We haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet. I don’t know if he’s ready to hear that I want him around for the rest of my life.

“Not that I don’t enjoy catching up,” Knox says, popping mine and Cole’s little bubble, “but I’m only here right now because my girlfriend is here. And I’d really like to get her home now.”

“And why is that, hm?” Lane smirks, holding Sage on his hip.

Knox raises his eyebrow at him. “You really want me to tell you what I have planned for Lo in front of your daughter?”

“He’s not bothered by her brother being here, though,” Cole chuckles.

“You can suck it up,” Harlow says, leaning back against Knox’s chest. “You know your best friend’s plans with me are the same as my best friend’s plans with you.”

“Not wrong at all,” I reply slyly. Heat flares through Cole’s eyes.

“And I’m stuck with my hand yet again,” Lane grumbles.

“Explains why your grip strength has been getting better,” Knox says, trying to suppress a laugh.

“I think Daddy needs new friends, Lovebug,” he says to his daughter, putting on a voice of faux happiness.

“Well, you ever get tired of your hand,” Cole adds, “you know we’ll watch Sage for a night. Get out and get some action. You’re starting to turn grumpy like Knox was.”

“I need new friends, too,” Knox replies, shaking his head.

“Come on, Slick,” Harlow says, bumping Knox with her hip. “Take me home.”

“Yep, we’re out,” Knox says, hurriedly walking Harlow to the door. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow.”

“We’re going, too,” Lane states, grabbing Sage’s things gathered by the door. “I want to spend some time with my daughter.”

“Glad everyone is back now,” I say. “We’ll have to get the group together again soon.” Lo, Knox, and Lane agree as they walk out the door, leaving Cole and me alone.

In a quick movement, Cole stands behind me, wrapping his arms low on my waist. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you, too,” I sigh as he starts trailing soft kisses down my neck.

“Missed seeing that stunning body splayed on my bed, too. Yours will have to do for now.”

He starts trying to lead me to my bedroom, but I turn around and stop him, placing my hand on his chest. “Easy there, tiger. We’ll have plenty of time for that soon. But I have something for you first.”

Cole watches me curiously as I break away from him and walk into my kitchen. He leans against my kitchen island as I reach into my fridge and pull out my surprise.

“A cake?” he asks.

“Yes, a cake. You weren’t here on March twentieth, but I figured it’s better late than never.

“What’s March twentieth?” he questions. “My birthday is in July.”

“Read the cake, dude,” I say, placing the dessert in front of him.

He finally reads what it says, throws his head back, and howls with laughter. “Happy National Sparrow Day . I didn’t even know that was a thing,” Cole chuckles.

“There’s a day for everything,” I smile. “I did get some looks from the workers in the bakery when I asked for it, though.”

He pulls me in, kissing me tenderly. “You’re so fucking amazing, Rory.”

I smile at him sweetly. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You do plenty that’s nice, baby, in and out of the bedroom. But this…” Cole presses a soft kiss to my lips. “This is one of my favorite things about you. You’re so damn thoughtful, and I love your heart.”

I love you .

I feel the words on the tip of my tongue, threatening to spill from my lips.

I can still keep it to myself for now, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.

“You’re worth these things, Cole,” I say, placing my palm against his scruffy cheek. “You’re so incredible and kind. I love getting to do this for you.”

Affection pours from his steel blue eyes, wrapping me up in its warmth. My heart hammers in my chest, beating wildly as I appreciate the man in front of me.

He tucks my hair behind my ear, just like he always does during our tender moments. “Let’s have some cake then before we get to all of the depraved things I want to do with you.”

I smile and laugh as I head to my cabinet for a couple of plates.

“Oh, we won’t be needing those,” Cole says, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He digs it into the cake and takes a forkful, holding it out in my direction. “Come over here, Starlight.”

I slowly saunter my way back. “Shouldn’t you take the first bite?”

“I’d rather feed you the first bite.” I part my lips for him, and he slips the cake into my mouth.

I moan as I taste the rich chocolate of the cake and the French vanilla of the buttercream. “Holy shit, that’s so good.”

“You’ve got a little icing on the corner of your mouth.” Before I can reach to swipe it away, Cole leans forward and licks it right off me. “Fuck, that is good.”

“Are you talking about the cake or me?” I can’t mask the desire in my voice right now, so turned on by such a simple action.

Though that action was hot as hell.

“Does it matter?” he whispers, lips ghosting my ear. “You know you taste sweeter than any dessert.”

Filthy thoughts flood my head, and I’m so close to just smashing this cake to the floor and mounting him on my kitchen counter.

Instead, I dip my finger into the icing, trailing it in a line down his neck. I lean up and lick it off.

“Fucking love when you get flirty, baby,” Cole says, tone husky.

“You can always lick more off me if you want.”

He lets out a breath while adjusting himself. He’s already hard. “My girl is kinky tonight, isn’t she?”

“Why don’t you find out, Cole?”

His lips are on mine before I can blink, claiming my mouth.

He swipes his finger through the icing before pulling down the top of my shirt, exposing the swell of my breast. He immediately wipes his finger on my skin and leans down to suck off the buttercream, using his tongue to clean it off while leaving what will be a dark mark right on my tit.

His eyes are dark with lust as I look at him, and I know I’ve already soaked through the thin lace of my panties.

I quickly pull off Cole’s T-shirt, taking in the sight of his deliciously inked skin and defined muscles. His Big Dipper tattoo seems to have healed nicely, and I love the way it looks on him.

Sensing my next move, he takes more icing and trails it down his abs. I don’t waste time before I lick every bit of it from his rigid body.

When I stand up straight again, Cole immediately goes for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it off so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t rip it in half. My jeans are next, shoved to the floor in a rough push.

“Fuck, that is so sexy,” he rasps, enjoying the sight of my newest lingerie set. “You look so good in my favorite color.”

I smile as I fumble with the button of his jeans. “Blue might just be one of my favorite colors to wear now.” I push his pants down his legs, and he kicks them to the side.

Cole kisses me frantically, desperately, as he picks me up and sets me on the counter. I unclasp my bra and slide it off as he peppers sloppy kisses up my neck. With my breasts now free, I grab more icing, swiping it right over my nipple.

His smile is devious. “I love your bedroom confidence, baby girl. Never afraid to tell me what it is you want.” He quickly bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak as he cleans me of the sticky dessert.

I can’t help but moan as I arch my back, pushing my chest into him. “Cole…”

“Do you want some more buttercream, Rory?”

I nod enthusiastically as I know exactly what he’s going to do.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and shoves them to the ground, freeing his hard cock, the sight of which alone has me salivating.

I slide to the ground as he spreads another fingerful of icing over the head. Once my knees hit the floor, my mouth is on him, tasting the sweet buttercream mixed with his salty pre-cum.

I swirl my tongue over his tip before sucking him down, the head of his cock brushing the back of my throat.

“Goddamn, baby,” Cole says, leaning forward to brace his hands against the edge of the countertop.

I bob my head a few more times before letting him go with a pop.

He quickly stands me up and rips the panties from my legs. Literally rips. In half. “Cole!” I yell. “I just bought those.”

“I’ll buy you more,” he responds, lips pressed to my neck.

Cole drops to his knees now, his face between my legs as he takes another swipe at the cake. He licks his lips as he spreads the icing out over my pussy.

“I don’t think icing is meant to go there,” I tease.

“My tongue will clean you up, baby. Don’t you worry. Then I’ll clean you off in the shower after.”

His mouth connects with my center, tongue trailing all over as he licks up everything he placed there. The only sounds I can make are moans as he continues working me over before standing himself up again.

With his hand stroking his cock, he commands, “Turn around. Now.”

I don’t argue, immediately spinning around and gripping the counter in front of me. His cock notches at my entrance before sliding right in, facing no resistance with how slick I am.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathes. “Were you wet like this the entire time I was gone?”

“Yes,” I moan as he snaps his hips. “Our FaceTime calls weren’t enough for me.”

“Did you finger my cunt outside of our calls? Without letting me see?”

“I couldn’t help it,” I say between labored breaths, Cole not slowing down his thrusts.

His lips ghost over my ear. “And did you watch our video while you did it? Did you get off to watching me fuck you?”

“Yes. Every night.”

“So did I, baby girl. Every fucking night. But my hand can’t compare to how it feels to be buried in this perfect pussy.” He rears his hand back and smacks my backside. “Love this ass, too.” He rubs his hand over my skin, brushing his thumb between my cheeks. And he stills as he finally takes notice of the silicone there. “Rory…”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“How long have you had that plug in your ass?”

“Put it in before you got here.” He’s still inside me as I lean up, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

“Ready for me how?” he asks, voice laced with desire.

“I bought this online while you were away. Got a larger one, too, so it’s bigger than my last one. I’ve been using it since I came back from Florida to stretch myself out.”

Cole’s groan is guttural as he holds me closer. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, Rory? Is that what you were getting ready for?”

“Yes,” I admit. “And I’m ready for you now, Daddy.”

“I need to hear you say it then.”

“How’s this? Grab my lube from the bathroom, then get back out here and fuck my ass.”

Cole all but sprints out of the kitchen, erect cock bobbing with every step he takes. I prepare for him by sliding the plug out, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. I’ll clean everything later.

Just as quickly as he left, he’s back in the kitchen, bottle of lube in hand. “Bend over.”

I bite my lip in anticipation as I get into position. Cole walks up behind me, smoothing his hand over the skin of my backside.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m sure, Cole.”

He lets out a breath before taking the cap off the bottle in his hand. “I’ll go slow, but we’ll stop if you need it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay. Let’s try. I want to try.”

Without another word, Cole covers his finger in the lube, slipping it between my cheeks, making sure I’m slick enough for him. For added help, he puts some into his hand and spreads it down his shaft.

Once we’re both lubricated, I feel his cock pressing at my tight hole. He slowly pushes inside, pausing after just a couple of inches. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “This feels so good. Keep going.”

He still takes it slow, making it as easy for me as possible. And after a few minutes, his hips kiss my thighs, and I know I’ve taken him to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he says, rubbing a hand over my shoulder blades, focusing on the small scar I have there. “You took all of me, baby. Every fucking inch. Do you like how it feels?”

“Yes. It’s so different, but oh my God, it feels good.”

“Do you need to take a minute before I start moving?” I shake my head, eager to feel him now. He takes my signal and starts slipping out and sliding back in faster than he did before.

“Oh fuck!” I yell.

“Okay?”

“Yes. Don’t fucking stop unless I tell you to.”

So he doesn’t. Cole starts thrusting again, each snap of his hips a little bit harder and faster than the last one. Soon, he’s fucking me without restraint, smashing into me as I scream in front of him.

“Such a good girl, letting Daddy fuck this tight ass. How does it feel knowing that I’ve claimed all your holes?” His words are rough as he stammers between breaths.

“You’ll claim this one-” I pause to moan when he hits deep inside me. “-when you come inside it. Leave your cum dripping out of me.”

His laugh vibrates down my spine, adding to the overwhelming sensations I’m already feeling. “You’re such a dirty girl for Daddy. My dirty little slut likes it when I fuck her ass. She wants me to claim her.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “But I’m already yours.”

Cole doesn’t utter another word, instead focusing on his movements. His thrusts become more erratic, and I know this feels as good to him as it does to me.

I feel pressure building low in my abdomen, and I’m close to freefalling. “Oh my God! Shit, I’m going to come!”

“Do it,” he says lowly, barely able to get the words out. “Tighten that ass around my dick. Let me feel you come.”

I explode, my orgasm ripping through me.

I’ve never gotten off from penetration alone. This sensation was so different, though. So good and overwhelming in the best way. Cole hit a spot I didn’t know existed, and fuck , I like that spot.

With a single Fuck uttered, Cole’s hips still, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me. His warm release trickles out when he slowly pulls out of me and rests his head between my shoulder blades. “I think fuck is one of the only words I can say right now.” I laugh as I turn around to face him. “Are you okay?” he questions.

“More than okay,” I say, giving him a reassuring smile. “I really liked that.”

He grins and pulls me in close. “God, you’re amazing.” He kisses my forehead and nuzzles his face into my hair. “I love being with you.”

“I love being with you, too,” I say, laying my head against his chest.

“Come on,” he says, taking my hands and leading me out of the kitchen. “Let me clean you up, Starlight.”

He takes me into the bathroom, turns on the shower, and lets the steam engulf the room.

Once we’re inside, Cole carefully washes me from head to toe, focusing gently on my backside.

I never thought aftercare would help me fall harder for somebody, but here I am, falling more in love with Cole as he takes care of me.

I have to tell him soon.