“It involves me having my merry way with you.”
He pulled her in against him, the circuits in his brain blowing. “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
She smiled and straddled him, a move that had her skirt hiking up, revealing a pink silk thong that made him groan. He stroked a hand up her thigh, letting his thumb brush across the center of the silk.
She was wet. “God, Sam, is this for me?”
“Well, there was this really cute guy back at the hotel-” She started to crack herself up but it backed up in her throat when he slid a finger beneath the wet silk and inside her.
“Wade,” she gasped, wriggling her hips for more, which he gladly gave. She leaned over him and nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth as she rocked into his touch. “How am I doing on the making-up thing?” she asked breathlessly.
With his free hand, he tugged the thin straps of her tank down, baring her breasts. He kissed first one, then the other, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Good. God, so good.”
Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in his shorts, which she liberated. “Inside me. Now.”
He wanted that, too. Leaning back against the rock, he lifted her up so that she could sink onto him, inch by inch. When her muscles clenched around him, his eyes drifted shut. He was breathing like he was running his five miles, but then she began to ride him, grinding her hips against his, increasing her pace with the steady pounding of his heart, and he stopped breathing entirely. “God, Sam.” He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips to slow her down, probably nearly bruising her in his attempt to keep himself from coming too soon.
Curving her body over his, she put her mouth to his shoulder, kissing him, softly breathing his name over and over, panting for him, and when he reached between them to stroke his thumb over her in just the right rhythm, she burst, her explosion triggering his.
They leaned against the rocks together, out of breath. He brushed her damp hair out of her face and pressed his mouth to her temple, then lifted her face so he could see into her eyes.
She smiled.
And just like that, everything truly was okay in his world.
Chapter 26
Well, boys, it’s a round ball and a round bat and you got to hit the ball square.
The Heat played San Francisco at home for two more nights, which Wade was forced to sit out.
They lost both games.
The following day, they flew to Florida, where he was finally cleared to play. They lost that first game, and frustrated, Wade turned down Joe’s and Mike’s offer to go out and shake it off, which was code for trolling the bars. Instead, he went up to his hotel room and called Sam. “Hey.”
“You okay?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “Maybe you should come cheer me up.”
“You think wild monkey sex can cheer you up from a loss like that?”
“Who said anything about wild monkey sex? I was thinking of playing cards or something.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.
“But hey, if you want wild monkey sex, I suppose I could oblige you.”
She laughed softly. “You’re such a giver, Wade.”
“That I am.”
“I have to get Tag fed and in bed. Then his tutor is going to stay with him. I have a quick meeting with Gage and a local reporter in the bar.”
“I’ll meet you down there.”
He showered and changed and hit the bar. Some of the guys were still there. He pulled up a chair to where Kyle, Henry, and Mason were sharing a pitcher and a few laughs.
Mason nodded at a group of women walking into the place, working their way closer. “Think they’re Marlin fans and just feel sorry for us?”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Kyle said, smiling at one of the women, a pretty blonde. “Sometimes pity’s hot.”
“When?” Henry asked. “When is pity ever hot?”
“When it looks like that,” Mason said, winking at the blonde, who winked back.
Sam walked into the bar with Gage and they ended up on the other side of the room at a table with some suits, one of which was her father.
Wade watched as Mr. McNead barely greeted Sam or Gage. They’d lost today and the man hated to lose. In fact, steam was practically coming out of his head, and after a few minutes, the suits left and Sam’s father proceeded to chew off Gage’s ear for a good five minutes. Gage, never one to back down, coolly said his piece in return. Then McNead started in on Sam.
Meanwhile the women at the bar had made their way to the table with Wade and the others, and the introductions were made. There were four players and six women, two of whom sat one on either side of Wade. They were pretty and smiley and touchy-feeling, a situation that only a few months ago might have made his night.
Instead, he couldn’t take his eyes off Sam. He was hoping she was going to work her way over here and kick some ass. He loved it when she did that, when she claimed him as hers.
After a few more minutes, Gage got up, squeezed Sam’s shoulder in silent commiseration, and left. Sam and her father continued what looked to be a heated conversation, and though Wade couldn’t hear their words, he could sense the anger vibrating off her.
Wade pushed away his drink. His own father was doing God knew what back in Santa Barbara. He’d stayed to attend his AA meetings, saying he wasn’t ready to travel and face all the hotel bars.
“He’s not usually so deaf,” Mason said to the woman on Wade’s left, nudging Wade with his foot as he answered a question that had been clearly meant for Wade. “He loves dancing.”
“Then let’s go,” one of the pretty blondes said, and everyone rose but Wade.
“I’m sorry, but you should go on without me.”
Kyle reached down and laid a palm on his forehead. “You sick?”
“Management’s waiting to talk to me,” he said, standing.
“Are you in trouble for today?” the blonde asked, eyes wide. “For losing?” She pressed herself close and kissed his jaw. “Dancing will make you feel better.”
“Sorry,” he said, gently disentangling himself. “I’m… taken.”
She sighed. “Still?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be with the others if you change your mind,” she said.
“Thanks.” He headed across the bar, toward the woman he was “taken” by, for the next few days anyway, and suddenly wished he’d argued for two months instead of one. Hell, maybe he should look up Tia and get her to stalk him some more, and get himself “taken” by Sam for the rest of the season…
Sam was sitting with her father when Wade came to their table. Her father was still brooding over Sam’s decision to open her own PR firm, but she’d already been approached by several potential clients, and nothing was going to change her mind now. She knew she’d been good enough at her job that he would still want her to handle the Heat’s publicity, and she looked forward to doing so as an independent contractor, not a Heat employee. They’d just finished discussing it when Wade had been kissed by the woman.
Her father had looked amused.
Sam didn’t feel amused, so she doubted she looked it. For how aggressive Wade could be on the diamond field, when it came to women, he tended to be laid-back and easygoing, letting them come to him.
