Pitched by Ella Goode

Chapter Nineteen

Colt

I desperately wantto get her horizontal to lay my claim on her. She doesn’t belong to anyone else but me. When she told me about getting married, it was a fight to keep my control. A barbaric part of me rose to the surface needing to claim her.

GG might be soft and sweet, but underneath that there is a fighter who would do anything if she thought it would help someone else. She’s a protector, and I want to be her protector. How the hell she ended up so sweet and caring after the life she’s led I have no freaking clue, but I’m going to make sure no one ever tries to threaten that.

“I want to take you inside,” I mutter against her mouth, “but Tuck is there.”

“It’s okay,” she says.

It’s not, but I’m going to make do. I pop the seat and recline it as far back as it goes. She laughs as she falls with me. “Here?”

“Why not?”

“My grandparents have a greenhouse. There’s a sofa in there where my grandma sits and arranges flowers.”

I put her in the seat and have the car in drive before she can squeak out her next laugh.

“So baseball, huh?”

“Yeah.” I try not to speed. It’s really hard.

“How come?”

“I dunno. I’ve loved it ever since I can remember. My dad--” I stop talking and then take a deep breath. “My dad put a ball in my hand before I could walk.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Her gentle voice is a warm hand on my shoulder.

“Nah. It’s fine. We’ve all got issues, right? My dad wasn’t cut out for fatherhood. He bounces in and out. When I sign with the bigs, I expect him to be around a lot. You’ll have to run interference for me.”

“Me?” I can see her point to her chest.

“Yeah. Baseball in the pros is a lot of traveling. It’s a big sacrifice for you but I promise to make it worthwhile.”

“Me?” she asks again.

I pull onto the curb next to her house and cut the engine. “Yeah. Like I’m in it for the long haul, aren’t you?”

“I…” She trails off. Her head is down, and her hair covers her face like a curtain. I can’t tell what she’s thinking but her hesitation is giving me bad vibes. Damn, what was I thinking though? She just escaped from a cult. The last thing she wants is to be tied down forever. She wants to live a normal life, not hitch her wagon to a baseball player. Plus, it’s not like she’s poor like me. She’s got that insurance policy money and her grandparents are well off.

“Don’t sweat it.” I unbuckle her seatbelt and then hop out. I’ll just have to prove to her that I’m worth it. That being with me for the rest of her life is a good bet. Step one, making her body sing again. Step two…well, let’s start with step one. I pull her out of the car and tuck her into my side. “Where’s this sofa you were talking about?”

“What about—“

“Let’s worry about how often I can get you off tonight,” I interrupt.

Even in the dark I can see her flush. I wonder how far down that pink goes and suddenly all the worries I have about our future are washed away with a powerful wave of need. If I don’t get her naked in the next minute, I’ll probably drop dead, so the future isn’t going to matter much.

“Come on,” I say gruffly. “I’ve never been in a greenhouse before.”

The place is humid, like the seventh inning on the day after a rain and there’s still some water on the grass.

“Grandma is a fan of roses,” GG says. She points to a bush where flowers are blooming in colors of pink and red and yellow.

“I didn’t know they grew on bushes.” I run a finger across one stem.

“Yup.”

“All of them?”

GG smiles at my surprise. “All of them.”

“Learn something new every day.”

She leads me deeper into the building, past the wooden tables filled with pots and soil and the lines of rose bushes until we reach the end where there’s a long, floral-patterned sofa flanked by two chairs. A rolling worktable sits in front of it holding a pair of gloves and wicked-looking shears.

“This is it.” She waves her hand. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

But we both know I’m not looking at the flowers. The prettiest thing in here is her. It’s like a fairyland, and she’s the head sprite. With her white-blond hair and her rosy cheeks, she looks like a woodland spirit. If I move too quick, she might disappear like smoke. I slowly curl my hand around the back of her neck, spreading my fingers to cup her small skull. “You put all these blooms to shame.”

I tug her head back and then angle my mouth across hers. Her hands come to rest at my waist, fluttering there like butterflies unsure of where to land. I lick my tongue across the seam of her lips, and she opens for me. I walk her backward, kissing her the whole time, until her legs hit the edge of the sofa. She folds, and I follow her down, pressing her body into the cushions with my long frame.

My erection lands neatly into the vee of her legs. I can feel her heat through the two layers of denim. I want to pull my cock out of my jeans and rub against the velvet hot skin of her stomach and then lower between the slick folds of her pussy.

I sweep my hands up her side, under her shirt until I find the underwire of her bra. A quick flick and the bra cups loosen. I palm her small breast, fingering her nipple until it’s erect. A moan escapes her, and one leg comes up to cradle my hip. I pinch the nipple lightly, and she jumps under me.

“Like that?” I pinch her again and she moans. Yeah, she likes it.

“I...this...it’s never felt like this before.”

I tense up. “Before what?” Did someone else touch her here? Am I going to have to kill someone?

She dips her chin to her chest. “When I did it,” she confesses in a slightly abashed tone.

I nudge her chin up. “Nothing to be embarrassed about there. What else did you touch?” The thought of her fingering herself, licking her thumb and getting her nipple hard with one hand and parting her folds and sliding a couple of pretty painted nails into her juicy slit nearly has me coming in my jeans. “You touch here?” I rub my hand over her denim-covered crotch and push against the stiff fabric until I can feel moisture on the tips of my fingers. I press again and again, shallowly penetrating her with my digits.

She squirms. “Maybe. You touch yourself?”

“You bet your sweet ass I do. I jacked off last night imaging you on your knees, taking my cock into your mouth. You’d swallow it whole, wouldn’t you, GG? You’d do that for me, right?” I brace myself wondering if I’ve gone too far. I can’t help it. She does this to me.

She sucks in her lower lip and gazes at me wide-eyed. “I’ve never done that.” Hunger shows in her eyes. Thank fuck.

“Oh, baby, that’s good. I’ll be the only one to ever have your mouth wrapped around my cock.” I know I’m being crude, but I can’t help myself. She pulls this shit out of me. Her breathing grows heavy, and I know she’s getting off on everything I’m saying to her.

I tug on her jaw until her lips part and then press my thumb against her tongue. “Suck on it.”

Her lips immediately close around my finger as she does as I command. I nearly pass out as the wet suction sensation passes from my thumb directly to my cock. This is going to be over before it begins if I don’t stop.

“Be right back,” I whisper and then lower myself until my face is level with her crotch. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, mixing with the flowers and the greenery. I’m never going to be able to smell roses without immediately getting hard.

I pull down the zipper of her jeans, and she helps me peel them off. Her panties are damp, and the sight of the dark wet cotton makes my dick harder than the steel on the garden shears I use to slit the sides of her panties.

“Did you just—”

“Yes. Because I can’t wait to do this.” I lift her ass with both palms and bring her hot cunt to my mouth.

She lets out a shocked gasp. “Colt!”

“Good isn’t it?” I need her to enjoy this because I plan to spend a big portion of my life with my head buried between her thighs.

“Oh my God” is her response.

I grin against her sex before tonguing her deep and hard. She wriggles and tries to escape as her cunt grows more sensitive with each deep kiss I press against her core. I lick and suck until she’s a hot sticky mess, her slick thighs spread wide as I devour her.

Her scent, her taste, her feel has a grip on my balls and my heart. I can’t envision a future where I can’t dive into her lush heaven. My dick pushes against the denim, wanting to be inside her so badly. She moans out my name as her orgasm hits her. I lick and suck down every drop, claiming it all for myself.

I peel myself away and tear my clothes off. “Tell me to stop if you want.” My tone is rough and needy, but I have to give her that chance.

She says nothing, her eyes full of stars with a soft happy smile on her face. I prop one forearm near her forehead and drop a kiss there before positioning my cock at her entrance. “This might hurt.”

A bigger smile spreads across her lips. “Give it your best shot.” My fearless girl. Willing to take anything on.

It’s both the wrong thing to say and the right thing. The right thing because I know she wants it as badly as I do, but the wrong thing because it shreds my self-control. I summon all the baseball stats I know and start replaying pitches in my head as I breach her core with my cockhead. She sucks in a swift breath, and I halt. “Too much?”

“No, but you’re so big.”

I release a half-strangled chuckle. “And you’re trying to kill me.” I squeeze the base of my cock until my vision blurs and the need to ram into her tiny cunt passes. It would be the sweetest death. “Deep breath,” I warn and then push inside of her another inch.

She tenses but exhales slowly. The electric line of pleasure that starts from the base of my spine and tunnels into her sex is pulling me deeper and deeper until the shaft is fully seated and my balls are against her ass.

My throat closes up. Me, a top tier Division 1 athlete, can’t find his breath. Nothing could’ve ever prepared me for the sensation of being fully enveloped by the hot, tight sheathe of GG’s pussy. “This feels so fucking good,” I growl. I sound like an animal, my voice raw and tight. “I don’t think I can ever leave.”

“Not even for a game?” Her words are light-hearted, but she’s as breathless as me.

“Not even.” I might as well be telling her that I love her. I didn’t think anything could replace baseball in my life but here we are. I start to move, slow drags along her sensitive skin. The friction of my bundle of nerves inside her pussy is killing me. Her hands cup my waist and then my ass, pulling me against her, firing my engine. My motions become faster, my cock driving into her harder. I’m so close, but I’m not coming until she does.

She throws back her head, arches her back.

“I’m gonna come inside of you,” I warn. I can feel the explosion building. “I’m close, GG, so close. You with me?”

Sweat is dripping down the side of my face. My arm muscles are beginning to shake from the strain of holding me up as I power my cock inside.

“Yes. I’m with you. I’m with you, Colt,” she cries.

I don’t know if it’s my name on her lips, the way she screams her pleasure or the tight fist of her cunt squeezing until my eyes roll into the back of my head. Cum jets out of me in an endless stream, filling her up until warm thick liquid drips down her thighs. I collapse, my head dropping to hers. “Fuck, GG, fuck.” It’s all I can say. I don’t have words left or brain cells to form words.

This is it for me. She’s it for me. If I have to quit the game, if I have to give up my family, if I have to renounce my very name, I’ll do it for GG.