Forever with Me
Page 54
“Are we conserving water?”
“Smart girl.” He lathers up his hands along with a wash cloth and begins to drag both over my skin, cleaning me up.
“That feels nice,” I murmur, watching him.
His lips twitch as his hands glide south, over my belly, over my smooth pubis and into the most sensitive part of me.
“Dom!” I gasp and grip onto his arms, holding on tight.
“Yes?”
“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” I groan as his free hand glides down my ass, and now he’s reaching me from both sides, rubbing my clit from the front and plunging fingers inside me from the back, and it’s the most incredible sensation. He plants his lips on my neck, then bites me there, licks his way up to my ear and says in a firm, direct tone, “Come.”
Jesus, who could refuse him? I come hard, shuddering against him. If he weren’t holding me up, I’d fall into a boneless mass on the tile floor. With my forehead leaning on his chest, I struggle to find my breath, and my legs.
“Damn, babe,” I say with a laugh. “That was fun.”
“Yes, it was. Now, no more distractions. We have to go.”
“But, what about you?”
He winks and slaps my ass playfully. “I’ll collect later. Trust me.”
***
“Heyyyyy, batta, batta, batta!”
“Um, Bryn, this is batting practice. You can’t heckle the players during practice.” Matt shakes his head at his sister-in-law playfully.
“I can too. It’s the freaking White Sox, Matt.”
“Hey! I love the White Sox,” Nic says with a frown. We’re all here, all of the siblings with their spouses, and Nic is the only one wearing a White Sox shirt. The rest of us are in our Mariners gear.
“I didn’t know you were so into baseball,” Stacy says to Nic with a grin.
“I like it more than football,” Nic admits, and then laughs. “And I can only say that because Will and Meg are still on their honeymoon.”
“I’m so telling,” Jules says.
“No, you’re not,” Nate says, and kisses his wife square on the lips.
These men seriously never stop touching their women. It’s awesome.
As if to prove my point, Dom wraps his arm around my shoulders and leans in to kiss my temple. They’re an affectionate lot, that’s for sure.
“How did we get these seats?” Meredith asks, looking out at the field from our front row seats. We’re right between first base and home plate, and we have a prime view. “I can practically smell the sweat.”
“Ew,” Sam says, wrinkling her nose. “No one said anything about sweat.”
“You’re married to a rock star, Sam.” Stacy shakes her head at Sam. “You should be used to sweat by now.”
“I’m married to a rock star,” Sam repeats proudly. “My husband is a rock star.”
“It’s still new,” Nat murmurs.
“I still get a kick out of calling you my wife,” Luke says to her. “And it’s not so new anymore.”
“It’s getting really girly around here,” Mark says with a scowl.
“We have connections,” Jules says to Meredith. “It doesn’t suck.”
“Not in the least,” Meredith agrees.
“It looks like the Sox are almost done with practice,” Matt says and pulls Nic to her feet. “Come on, we’ll go get a ball signed.”
“Rhys O’Shaughnessy is playing,” Nic says, and claps her hands excitedly. “He’s my favorite.”
Matt leads her away, and everyone springs into action, pulling out their phones to capture photos.
“I’m getting Will and Meg on FaceTime right now,” Jules says, and then grins when their faces appear on her screen. “Hi guys! He just took her down to the field.”
“Jules, turn the camera. I want to see my brother get engaged, not your face.”
Jules sticks her tongue out at her brother, then turns the camera around so Will and Meg can watch.
“He got her favorite player in on this?” I ask excitedly.
“He did,” Dom confirms, gripping onto my hand, as if he’s as nervous as his older brother.
“Rhys is running over with a ball!” Natalie says.
Nic is all smiles as the tall, handsome player hands her a ball, kisses her cheek, and shakes Matt’s hand.
“I wish we could hear what they’re saying,” Jules grumbles.
“He wanted it this way,” Caleb says softly.
Rhys points to the ball in Nic’s hand, and she looks down at it, then her jaw drops as Matt lowers himself to one knee and takes her hand in his.
“Is it just me, or is this cheesy as fuck?” Mark asks.
“Shut up, it’s not cheesy. It’s brilliant.” Brynna smacks Mark’s arm, shutting him up.
We can’t hear what’s happening, but suddenly, Nic is nodding furiously, and Matt puts a ring on her finger, then stands and lifts her off her feet, hugging her tight, whispering in her ear.
Rhys and his teammates applaud and begin to circle around them to congratulate the happy couple.
“Fuck that! I want to hug them now too!” Jules, careful not to lower her phone, jumps up and leads us all down onto the field. Stacy, Brynna and Meredith jump the wall, garnering the attention of security, but Dom holds up a hand.
“That’s their brother. They’re just anxious to congratulate him.”
“Smart girl.” He lathers up his hands along with a wash cloth and begins to drag both over my skin, cleaning me up.
“That feels nice,” I murmur, watching him.
His lips twitch as his hands glide south, over my belly, over my smooth pubis and into the most sensitive part of me.
“Dom!” I gasp and grip onto his arms, holding on tight.
“Yes?”
“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” I groan as his free hand glides down my ass, and now he’s reaching me from both sides, rubbing my clit from the front and plunging fingers inside me from the back, and it’s the most incredible sensation. He plants his lips on my neck, then bites me there, licks his way up to my ear and says in a firm, direct tone, “Come.”
Jesus, who could refuse him? I come hard, shuddering against him. If he weren’t holding me up, I’d fall into a boneless mass on the tile floor. With my forehead leaning on his chest, I struggle to find my breath, and my legs.
“Damn, babe,” I say with a laugh. “That was fun.”
“Yes, it was. Now, no more distractions. We have to go.”
“But, what about you?”
He winks and slaps my ass playfully. “I’ll collect later. Trust me.”
***
“Heyyyyy, batta, batta, batta!”
“Um, Bryn, this is batting practice. You can’t heckle the players during practice.” Matt shakes his head at his sister-in-law playfully.
“I can too. It’s the freaking White Sox, Matt.”
“Hey! I love the White Sox,” Nic says with a frown. We’re all here, all of the siblings with their spouses, and Nic is the only one wearing a White Sox shirt. The rest of us are in our Mariners gear.
“I didn’t know you were so into baseball,” Stacy says to Nic with a grin.
“I like it more than football,” Nic admits, and then laughs. “And I can only say that because Will and Meg are still on their honeymoon.”
“I’m so telling,” Jules says.
“No, you’re not,” Nate says, and kisses his wife square on the lips.
These men seriously never stop touching their women. It’s awesome.
As if to prove my point, Dom wraps his arm around my shoulders and leans in to kiss my temple. They’re an affectionate lot, that’s for sure.
“How did we get these seats?” Meredith asks, looking out at the field from our front row seats. We’re right between first base and home plate, and we have a prime view. “I can practically smell the sweat.”
“Ew,” Sam says, wrinkling her nose. “No one said anything about sweat.”
“You’re married to a rock star, Sam.” Stacy shakes her head at Sam. “You should be used to sweat by now.”
“I’m married to a rock star,” Sam repeats proudly. “My husband is a rock star.”
“It’s still new,” Nat murmurs.
“I still get a kick out of calling you my wife,” Luke says to her. “And it’s not so new anymore.”
“It’s getting really girly around here,” Mark says with a scowl.
“We have connections,” Jules says to Meredith. “It doesn’t suck.”
“Not in the least,” Meredith agrees.
“It looks like the Sox are almost done with practice,” Matt says and pulls Nic to her feet. “Come on, we’ll go get a ball signed.”
“Rhys O’Shaughnessy is playing,” Nic says, and claps her hands excitedly. “He’s my favorite.”
Matt leads her away, and everyone springs into action, pulling out their phones to capture photos.
“I’m getting Will and Meg on FaceTime right now,” Jules says, and then grins when their faces appear on her screen. “Hi guys! He just took her down to the field.”
“Jules, turn the camera. I want to see my brother get engaged, not your face.”
Jules sticks her tongue out at her brother, then turns the camera around so Will and Meg can watch.
“He got her favorite player in on this?” I ask excitedly.
“He did,” Dom confirms, gripping onto my hand, as if he’s as nervous as his older brother.
“Rhys is running over with a ball!” Natalie says.
Nic is all smiles as the tall, handsome player hands her a ball, kisses her cheek, and shakes Matt’s hand.
“I wish we could hear what they’re saying,” Jules grumbles.
“He wanted it this way,” Caleb says softly.
Rhys points to the ball in Nic’s hand, and she looks down at it, then her jaw drops as Matt lowers himself to one knee and takes her hand in his.
“Is it just me, or is this cheesy as fuck?” Mark asks.
“Shut up, it’s not cheesy. It’s brilliant.” Brynna smacks Mark’s arm, shutting him up.
We can’t hear what’s happening, but suddenly, Nic is nodding furiously, and Matt puts a ring on her finger, then stands and lifts her off her feet, hugging her tight, whispering in her ear.
Rhys and his teammates applaud and begin to circle around them to congratulate the happy couple.
“Fuck that! I want to hug them now too!” Jules, careful not to lower her phone, jumps up and leads us all down onto the field. Stacy, Brynna and Meredith jump the wall, garnering the attention of security, but Dom holds up a hand.
“That’s their brother. They’re just anxious to congratulate him.”
