Walk Off (Double Play Series Book 5)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “God, you fuck!” she groans. “I was so close, just do it, God da-”

  I slam into her again as she gasps, slamming her head to the bed in bliss and pull out of her again. I grit my own teeth, this torture slaying me just as much as it is her.

  “I swear to God, if you don’t make me come-”

  “Begging, Blondie? Let me fucking hear it,” I grit.

  I flip her over to her back and brace my hands above her shoulders on the bed and piston myself inside her, over and over as her hands frantically search for something to grip.

  The sheets, my forearms, my hands, my biceps, until she settles on the back of my neck and pulls me down, sealing my lips over hers.

  “Nico…”

  “Blondie…Let me hear the words. ‘I’m beggin’ you, Nico. Let me come on your cock’?” I say smugly.

  Her hands go behind her head as her mouth forms in an O and I know it’s coming.

  “Bring me...up...closer to the...headboard. I...I want you to...fuckkkk that feels good,” she drips from those puffy lips.

  I lift her and drop her a few feet higher, bracing my hands on one of the bars of the headboard. Her hands go to my wrists, holding on as I continue to hit that spot in her but not giving in just yet.

  “I’m waiting, Blondie. Don’t make me leave you behind,” I groan, so close to my own release.

  “Okay, okay,” she gasps. “Nico...go fuck yourself,” she says instead.

  Her words register precisely the same time I realize she’s handcuffed my wrists to the headboard and I pull at them, trying to break free as she laughs underneath me.

  “Really funny,” I snap. “Take these off.”

  “Was that you beggin’, Hulk?” she whispers as she grinds her body into mine, closing her eyes as I feel her tighten again, too close this time to stop. She wriggles underneath me, chasing her release and there is nothing I can do except watch her take her orgasm straight from my fucking cock.

  I look down and watch her tits bounce, her furrowed brows, her lip between her teeth as she takes it and then I explode inside her, unable to hold my own back as she squeezes me like a glove.

  “You little fuckin’ brat,” I say my voice hoarse with exhaustion.

  “Payback for my hair. I’ll never forget that shit,” she smiles sitting up against the headboard as I slip out of her.

  “Okay, fine. Can we call it even now? Take these off.”

  “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, maybe even go sit by the fireplace in peace and read a book. A sexy book, and maybe take this with me,” she says reaching under our bed for the green vibrator.

  “Blondie,” I warn.

  “Thanks for round one, baby,” she says smacking my ass and slowly walking out of the room.

  Her laugh in the doorway is my breaking point and I pull my arms, ripping the bar straight out of the headboard.

  She gasps and turns around, dropping the vibrator to the floor.

  “Hulk. Smash,” I say in a menacing tone.

  I slide the handcuffs off the broken bar and unlatch each one from my wrist.

  “Oh shit,” she says her smile dropping from her face, a demonic one forming on my own.

  “You better run, Blondie. Run like your ass is on fire because Hulk is gonna light it up.”

  ------

  “I think we need name tags,” Gabriel says as he walks into his living room, babies crawling, walking, some sitting in chairs, some on their parents’ laps.

  “Happy Thanksgivin’, Daddy,” Bella says going to hug him, holding Mia.

  “Happy Thanksgivin’, baby. How’s my grandson doin’?” he asks motioning to her belly.

  “You too? Y'all are jinxin’ it. It's gonna be a girl,” she says putting her hands on her hips.

  “Think Earl can teach me a thing or two if that's the case?” Damon says to Bella’s grandfather, Hank as he sits on the floor next to a crawling Mason.

  “You better let Bells handle the shotguns, son,” he smirks.

  “Now why are we talkin’ about shotguns on Thanksgivin’ hun?” Hank's wife, Jen says coming into the room.

  She sits on the couch next to him, linking their fingers.

  “Mama, don't bother tryna understand their logic,” Charlotte says putting a tray of biscuits on the coffee table.

  “You gonna be a jackass this Thanksgivin’ or you grew out of that?” Savannah asks eyeing Gabriel.

  “Savannah Grace,” Francine, Gabriel and Savannah's mother chastises.

  “Sorry, Mrs. Gavinwood, I try and keep that mouth in check, but you know how she is,” Jackson smirks, pulling Savannah to his lap as he sits on the arm of the couch.

  “Yeah, you try alright,” she whispers loud enough for the group to hear.

  “Y'all keep it up and the next rugrat crawlin’ around is gonna be yours,” Lacey says pointing at her parents.

  “Now we all know the next rugrat is gonna be-”

  “Don't, Bella June!” Lacey snaps changing the direction of her point to Bella.

  “Okay, party can begin, the guests of honor are here,” Devin says as he walks into the room holding Cooper’s hand and the baby carrier with Joanna in the other.

  “Charlotte, did you widen the front door? How the hell did Devin fit his big ole head through there?” Normani asks in a serious voice.

  “I swear rudeness does not run in the family,” Miguel laughs coming in behind Normani holding Peter in his arms.

  Alessandra follows a small smile on her face as she silently waves to everyone.

  I laugh sitting back in my chair avoiding all the fire everyone else is throwing at each other, Grace sleeping in my arms. This family is hilarious and I’m so happy to be a part of it.

  “You’re awfully quiet, Hulk,” Lacey says coming over to me, sitting on my lap opposite Grace.

  “Feel good sitting on that raw ass?” I smirk.

  “Never better, asshole,” she whispers back. “You okay?” she says her tone changing as she studies me.

  “Just embracing the love,” I laugh.

  “We’re nuts, I know. You chose to marry into this willingly though, no holds barred.”

  “When’s that happening, Blondie? Did you decide yet?” I ask running my hand down her back.

  “Next month maybe, after Devin and Normani’s? How about we take everyone on a little trip?”

  “Destination wedding?” I ask arching my eyebrows.

  “Not too crazy, we still have babies.”

  “What about New Orleans?” I say smirking, dying to spill my big news.

  “You wanna wait until Mardi Gras? That’s so far away and probably not the best for the kids.”

  “March is the start of spring training.”

  “So then you’d be in Florida,” she says furrowing her brows.

  “Not necessarily.”

  “Nico, what are you talkin’ about?” she asks sitting up straighter.

  “Well...you’re looking at the new starting third baseman for the New Orleans Jazz.”

  “You...you’re playin’ for New Orleans?” she gasps putting her hand over her mouth.

  I nod and she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing up and down my neck and I laugh, adjusting Grace in my arms.

  “When did this happen?”

  “Yesterday. My contract was up, and I was trying to hold out for a team closer to you and Gracie. New Orleans offered me a deal, a little less than Arizona but I’ll only be two hours away during home series.”

  “I...I honestly don’t know what to say,” she laughs shaking her head.

  “Say you’ll come to New Orleans in March and marry me?”

  “We’re goin’ to Mardi Gras!” Lacey yells.

  Everyone laughs and claps and I kiss my woman again, never getting enough of her, knowing what my life was like without being able to do this. After everything we’ve been through, we’re here. Happy. So fucking happy.

  She cups my cheek and looks down at me.

  “What are you t
hinkin’ about, Hulk?”

  “Truthfully?” I whisper in her ear. She nods and I move closer. “I’m wondering if your big mouth will gobble down my big balls tonight.”

  She laughs, moving her lips next to my ear.

  “Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.”

  Lacey

  We sit out in the grass of my Aunt and Uncle's house by the fire pit. The kids all sleeping inside, our parents keeping an eye.

  Mani sits in Devin’s lap to our left, Bella in Damon's to our right. I cuddle up into Nico on the lounge chair and watch as Alessandra and Miguel make their way over to the group, sitting in chairs next to each other but not touching.

  “Happy Thanksgiving people,” says a voice from behind us.

  I turn and roll my eyes.

  “Who still invites this asshole?” I snap as Lance walks over carrying a six pack of beer. Four are already missing as he stumbles towards the fire taking the chair next to Alessandra and I see her stiffen.

  “Heard my girl was here, so I crashed,” he slurs.

  His hand lands on Alessandra's thigh and she furrows her brows.

  “Lance, please take your hand off of me,” she says trying to move her leg.

  “Cut it out, Lance,” Nico says loudly.

  Alessandra pushes his hand off her thigh, but he doesn't let up.

  “Come on, baby. Don't act like you weren't just bouncing in my lap a few months ago. I've missed you,” Lance says putting his hand back on her thigh.

  “I don't do that anymore, Lance. I'd appreciate if you stopped touching me.”

  Nico gets ready to stand but Miguel is there ripping Lance's hand off Alessandra, his jaw tight.

  “I think the lady said to stop touchin’ her!” Miguel booms.

  “I'm sorry, who the fuck are you? This bitch is mine,” Lance says swaying a little.

  “You call her a bitch again, my fist is gonna shatter your nose into a thousand pieces,” Miguel seethes.

  Everyone is silent, watching the exchange and Lance laughs, sitting back down.

  Miguel stares at him for another moment and then goes back to his chair.

  “He's just pissed I had your pussy and he still hasn't, right tough guy?” Lance whispers loud enough for the group to hear.

  “You son of a bitch!”

  Miguel gets up, tackling Lance to the ground, punching his face as Lance tries to cover himself. Nico curses from behind me, getting up quickly followed by Devin and Damon.

  “Miguel, stop!” Alessandra yells.

  Nico grabs Miguel, struggling to pull him off Lance as he thrashes and curses uncontrollably.

  “Don't you dare talk about her like that!” Miguel yells.

  I look over at Alessandra and she's covering her face, shaking her head.

  “Ali, come here,” I say getting to my feet.

  “No!” she snaps. “It's true. God, why did I ever think I could have a normal relationship? I never will because of shit like this,” she says pointing at Lance on the floor.

  Miguel stops struggling and looks at Alessandra.

  “Aless...that’s not...I…”

  “It is, Miguel! I get it. No one wants the used toy, everyone wants the brand new one,” she shakes her head letting out a breath.

  “Ali, come,” Normani says getting to her feet. “Let me take you home.”

  Alessandra nods and gives everyone a small wave as she follows Normani back towards the house.

  “Dammit!” Miguel yells. “Fuck you, Lance!”

  He stomps towards the house and we're all silent.

  “Well it's ‘bout time that dickhead got his,” I say breaking it.

  “Blondie…” Nico says shaking his head.

  “What? You can’t say y’all weren’t thinkin’ it. Can we please agree as the last two couples to get married that this prick won't be in attendance?” I ask Devin, pointing at Lance groaning on the ground.

  Devin puts his hand out for me to shake.

  “Deal.”

  “You think those two will be okay?” Damon asks.

  “I think weddings are usually the perfect place to bring two people together, right big guy?” Bella says smirking at Damon.

  “Slutty weddin’ sex?” I smile.

  “Slutty weddin’ sex!” Bella confirms.

  Keep an eye out for the conclusion of the Double Play Series following Miguel and Alessandra this summer!!!