Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4)

by Faiman, Hayley

  “You’re much calmer than I thought you would be,” she says, chewing her bottom lip.

  “I’m just tired and I’m ready to be done and in the townhouse.” I grin and turn back to watch the eye candy that Carlos so generously provided.

  Amalie, Maggie, Libby and I work well into the evening. We are forced to stop when they have to go pick up their children for the night. I appreciate their help and the fact that they took time away from their babies for me. My cell phone rings in my hand just as I sit down to begin unpacking my lingerie. No way was I letting the hot beefy movers touch my panties.

  “Hello,” I say distractedly, holding up my favorite panties... panties I may never wear again if my ass doesn’t shrink down at least three times the size it is now.

  “How was the move, hermosa?” Carlos asks.

  I close my eyes, letting his smooth voice wash over me. I missed him today. I missed the way he usually handles things like this for me.

  “It was good. The movers did all of the hard work and they’ll be back tomorrow to unpack the living spaces,” I say, no way could I let them unpack the bedrooms, no way in hell.

  “They were respectful to you?”

  “They were. They were just some punk ass kids, Los. Nothing to worry about,” I say, thinking back to the hottie muscle bound men that were in my home hours ago.

  “Yeah, I heard all about them, morenita.” He grunts and I can’t help the smile that plays on my lips. Jealous ass.

  “You hired them, not me,” I say in my defense.

  Carlos doesn’t reply with anything but another grunt. I laugh as I fill my dresser drawers with my bras and panties.

  “You’re okay, though? I’ve been worried,” he confesses.

  I smile, though I know he can’t see me. I still love the fact that he’s worried, it makes me feel loved. I thought that things would go back to the way they were, comfortable but routine; I was not prepared for the new Carlos — my high school version of Carlos to stay.

  “I’m all right. The girls were here the whole time and they helped me as much as they could. I’m just unpacking my lingerie now.”

  “Don’t tell me shit like that when I can’t fuck you,” he grumbles. I laugh a little more.

  I love this man.

  This horny man.

  This unbelievably sweet man.

  “Get some rest. I don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he murmurs. I agree; I’m exhausted.

  “Okay, Los, I’m just going to take a quick shower and crawl into bed. I have an early morning.”

  Carlos and I hang up. I shower quickly and slip into bed seconds before my eyes flutter closed.

  I open the door to the townhouse, our new home, and I am assaulted by the sounds of my family. I can hear that obnoxious princess movie, Frozen, playing and Rocio singing her little lungs out about letting it go. I wish I could let that fucking movie go straight to the damn trash. Then, I faintly hear Junior’s little feet slapping against the kitchen floor. He is probably flying an airplane around in circles, bugging the hell out of Victoria.

  I sneak into the house and peak around the corner to the kitchen to see exactly what is going on. I was right, except Victoria isn’t annoyed. She’s smiling and cooking. I inhale deeply and recognize the scent. Chile Verde, my favorite fucking meal ever. I would never tell my mama, but Vic’s Chile Verde is the best I have ever tasted.

  Junior sees me but I put my finger in front of lips, silently telling him to be quiet. Then I sneak up on my beautiful wife. I quickly wrap my arms around Victoria’s waist, resting them on her round belly, and bury my face in the crook of her neck.

  “You’re home,” she exhales, leaning back, giving me her weight.

  “I’m home, morenita,” I murmur into her neck.

  “I hope you’re ready to paint,” she warns. I squeeze her body a bit closer, holding her tighter to mine.

  “I’m ready to paint all over you,” I offer, thrusting my hips into her plush ass.

  “You’re disgusting,” she says with a smile.

  She loves my sexual innuendos, no matter what she says…

  “Yeah, you feeding your man tonight?” I ask.

  I am surprised when she turns in my arms. I groan when she wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her tits into my chest.

  “I’ll feed you some Chile and then I’m going to feed you dessert later,” she whispers licking my neck before gently biting me.

  “Baby,” I groan.

  “Gotta keep my man fed.” She chuckles and then she stands on her toes and presses her lips to my ear. “Apparently, I don’t serve you often enough, so I’ll be serving you dessert tonight.”

  “Huh?” I get she’s talking about me eating her pussy, but I don’t understand the serving business.

  “Your mom, she informed me that I didn’t serve you the way I should. Apparently, I’m a shit wife because I don’t fix your plate and serve you for every fucking meal,” she snaps. I start to laugh.

  “Mama been giving you wifey lessons again?”

  “Yeah, I almost told her I serve you plenty and told her exactly how, but I held back,” she snorts.

  “Glad you could restrain yourself, hermosa,” I mutter.

  She narrows her eyes at me, turning around to begin serving everybody’s food in bowls. Obliviously, she fills bowls of Chile Verde, without even acknowledging that my mama said she lacked this skill, which she does not.

  “Did you know that the full moon means my babies are going to be deformed? Your mother came over here before the sun went down and started putting safety pins on all over my shirt. The woman is batshit crazy, Los,” she says, taking the bowls of food over to the dining room.

  I get Rocio and we all sit down together to a family dinner, something we don’t always do. We try when we can.

  “You know how she is with all those superstitions,” I say, waving off my mama’s crazy antics.

  She’s always been extremely superstitious. Every time I had a bloody nose, she’d lick a penny and stick it to my forehead. For whatever reason, this was supposed to stop the bleeding.

  “Yeah,” she says softly. I look up to see if she’s all right. She’s staring at me and her eyes are watery, I have no clue what happened.

  “You okay?”

  “I just love you. I love this townhouse. I love our children and I love these new babies. I am so happy, Los,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.

  I’m dumbfounded.

  I’m confused.

  I’ve been around a pregnant Victoria twice and never has she been as emotional as she has with this one. Maybe it’s because there are two babies in there? I really don’t know, but it’s kind of freaking me out.

  Later that night, once the kids are all tucked into bed and we are heading that way ourselves, I steal a look at Victoria. She’s changing into an old oversized shirt of mine. I can see her belly straining the middle a bit, and it turns me on. She always turns me on. Heavy or thin, she’s beautiful no matter what she looks like—but pregnant with my babies — fucking phenomenal.

  “What?” she asks as she lifts her shirt and starts rubbing coconut oil all over her round belly.

  “You’re just so fuckin’ beautiful,” I murmur. She jerks her head in my direction, a smile playing on her puffy lips.

  Yeah, so fuckin’ beautiful.

  “You trying to butter me up?” she asks, arching a brow.

  “You promised me dessert, I don’t have to butter shit. Get that big, sexy ass over here and feed me,” I growl as I reach for her.

  I am rewarded with a squeal of what I hope is delight as she crawls over my body, her pussy right at my lips. No panties. Fuck.

  “You just called my ass big. I don’t know how I feel about that,” she whispers huskily.

  I slide my hands up the sides of her thighs and grab a big handful of that big ass of hers.

  “You know your booty is getting fat baby, but fuck me, I wish it would always stay this big,” I gro
an, grabbing the hem of my old shirt and bringing it over her body, baring that beautiful belly and those huge fuckin’ tits she’s now sporting.

  “Carlos, I’d have to throw all my clothes and panties away and start over again,” she whines. It just makes me laugh.

  “Baby, you find a way to keep your ass this big and I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” I say before yanking her pussy onto my face. One long swipe of her center and she’s stopped talking and started moaning, like a good girl.

  “Ride my face,” I order before I devour that sweet fucking pussy of hers.

  Victoria rides my face just the way I like it—fast and with passion, until she cries out my name and throws her head back as she comes, hard. I wrap my fingers around her hips and slide her down over my chest and stomach, just above my hard cock, and then I glide her pussy down to straddle me.

  “Los,” she whimpers when she’s fully seated on my cock.

  The sound of her whimper sends chills throughout my body and I close my eyes, trying to maintain some kind of control and dignity. I’m about two seconds away from coming like a fuckin’ kid. I slowly open my eyes and look at my amber eyed beauty. I gently slide my hands up her sides and cup her generous tits before gently pinching and pulling on her hard nipples. She throws her head back and rolls her hips, instinct taking over, and I fucking love it.

  “Ride my cock now, morenita,” I groan, for it is as if I have given her what she needed. Her eyes light up, so fucking bright, it almost hurts to look at her; and then with one slow rise, she slams down on my cock, grinding her clit against me.

  “Fuck,” I moan as she places her hands on my thighs, her whole body arching. She rides me like her fucking life depends on it.

  “Hermosa,” I murmur, wrapping one hand around her thigh and moving the other to her pussy.

  I begin to gently stroke her clit with my thumb and grin when she shudders and lets out a deep moan from inside of her.

  “Baby,” she mumbles, her head back, her fingernails digging into my thighs and her pussy takes me hard.

  “You need to come, morenita,” I mutter, praying that I can hold on just a few moments longer.

  I can feel her pussy fluttering, pulsing, and squeezing me. I know she’s close, I need her to be tipped over the edge and sucking me fucking dry.

  “Yes,” she hisses. I cry out when one of her hands starts to massage my balls.

  Fucking hell.

  I come like a goddamned fucking rocket, my cock buried so fucking deep inside of her. I pinch her clit as I do. Victoria screams with her climax, her pussy clamping down around my semi-hard cock.

  It feels so fucking amazing.

  Victoria feels fucking amazing.

  The only pussy I have ever had, and it’s perfect, every fucking time.

  Once we’ve cleaned up, I wrap my arm around her and pull her back into my chest. My hand finds the swell of her belly and I gently stroke her skin. She purrs and snuggles closer to me. Victoria has always been affectionate and loving, but she’s never been quite this affectionate.

  This pregnancy and our issues in the beginning has shifted our relationship. Where once we used to roll over to our respective sides of the bed to fall asleep, we now have to have contact, not only to fall asleep, but throughout the night as well. I wake up if her body isn’t against mine now. I search for her and pull her into me or, at least throw my arm over her.

  I love it.

  It feels as though we are newlyweds again and though it felt like a nightmare when we were going through our shit, it had to happen. Somehow, we were drifting apart without even realizing it. We were fucking but we weren’t loving and we weren’t living. We were surviving and getting through the day-to-day activities of our lives but we weren’t blissfully enjoying being together. Loving each other.

  “Goodnight, te adoro,” I murmur against her neck.

  I adore her more today than I ever have, and I swear to Christ, it grows each and every day.

  “Night,” she sighs, sleep already taking over her exhausted body.

  Opening day.

  I’m nervous for Carlos.

  He’s been calmer this opening season than others in the past and I’m not sure why.

  I smile at Amalie as she makes her way toward me, Axel and Clara in tow. I glance down at my own little ones. Rocio is coloring and Junior is playing a game on his tablet. They are in no way interested in watching the game, but I wanted them here for the first game of the season. Usually, I drop them off with my in-laws because they can be a tad wild in the stadium.

  “Hey, how goes it?” Amalie asks, sitting down and getting out toys and activities for her own babies.

  “Good. Tired,” I say with a sigh, rubbing my belly.

  It’s huge.

  The babies are growing right on track and that means that I’m growing at a rapid pace.

  “Do you know their sexes yet?” she asks.

  I can tell she wants to know. Badly. I open my mouth to answer when Maggie comes up with her own bundle on her hip. She looks pale and exhausted… she looks pregnant again.

  “Maggie?” I ask as she sits down next to Amalie.

  “What?” she snaps. I start to laugh.

  “How’s the pregnancy going?” I ask and then watch as her face pales even more as she turns to look at me.

  “Jackson has the biggest mouth,” she grumbles. I shake my head.

  “You look pissed, pale, and tired. I guessed it and you confirmed it. Is it as bad as the first?” I ask, genuinely concerned.

  There was a while there at the beginning of her pregnancy with Quinn that we weren’t sure she was going to keep the baby. She was sick and dehydrated for months.

  “It’s better, but I still feel horrible. I couldn’t miss opening day, though.” She shrugs and turns to face the field.

  “Don’t think you’re changing the subject, woman,” Amalie announces. I turn to her before I grin.

  “We know what they are,” I announce, keeping my friends in suspense.

  “Well…” Amalie urges. I take a deep breath.

  “One boy and one girl. How perfect is that?” I ask dreamily.

  I have been combing through Pinterest for nursery ideas. I had Carlos paint the room a rich creamy ivory color. It’s gorgeous and neutral. I am excited to begin decorating the rest of the space.

  “That’s perfect,” Maggie murmurs with a smile on her lips.

  Amalie starts grinning like a crazy woman, which makes my smile widen.

  “Two boys and two girls, together since high school, and still happily in love. Could you two be any more perfect?” Amalie asks.

  “We aren’t perfect. Do you not remember our drama?” I ask, widening my eyes.

  “Yeah, but Carlos got his head out of his ass pretty quickly. That was nothing but a blip,” Maggie states.

  I look around at my friends, wishing Libby were here to share in this moment.

  Alana and Carrie choose this exact moment to turn around and grace me with their bitchy presence.

  “Do you people ever stop reproducing?” Alana asks, glaring at my stomach.

  “Not when the dick is as good as it is. He wants to keep fucking me and putting his babies inside of me, then bring it the fuck on,” I say, smiling widely and batting my lashes.

  Carrie grumbles something that I can’t make out and turns around while Alana narrows her eyes at me. Then, she opens her mouth and I have to fight from reaching down the few rows of chairs to beat the bitch’s ass.

  “How do you guys do it?” Alana asks softly, her brows furrowed in confusion.

  “Do what?” Amalie asks.

  “Keep those guys happy? Keep them from straying?”

  I should be concerned with her question on the straying, she’s saying it as though she’s tried to get them to, which, honestly, she probably has. Skank.

  “We love them, we give them what they need and what they want,” Maggie shrugs.

  “They don’t want to go a
nywhere else because they know it would hurt us. They know that we wouldn’t be here for them if they did,” Amalie says with a smile.

  My friends are too kind, I would have told Alana to go to hell and burn, but here they are, calmly talking to her—even Maggie, who found out Alana fucked her first husband, Sammy, while they were married. Only after his death did she find out his string of lies, hurt, and betrayal.

  “Loving somebody means that you make the conscious decision to love them through it all; that you put aside your basic instinct for instant gratification, and you work on your relationship with them rather than fucking easy pussy that spreads for you. Easy pussy won’t be there for you if you get injured and stop playing ball. Easy pussy won’t take care of you when you’re sick. And easy pussy won’t give you a beautiful life,” I say, watching as Alana’s face pales.

  Finally.

  Finally this bitch gets it.

  “Huh,” she says, turning around. She remains quiet the rest of the game. Maybe she’s thinking about it? I hope so. I’m getting pretty tired of seeing her skanky ass around the ball field.

  The rest of the game we spend alternating between watching the game and chasing our brood around. I am completely exhausted by the end of the game and Maggie looks the exact same way. In fact, she looks like she’s about to drop at any second. I wrap my arm around hers and pull her into my side as we leave the stadium. Marcus is currently wrangling children, having a great time, even if he’s bitching and grumbling.

  “Are you all right?” I murmur so that nobody else can hear.

  “This one isn’t easier. I lied,” she confesses. I close my eyes.

  “Tell Jackson to bring Quinn over tomorrow and she can hang out with my crazy bunch,” I offer.

  “No, I couldn’t. I have help so it’s not too bad,” her voice is barely above a whisper.

  “Bring Quinn over, Maggie. Rest and take care of yourself. You guys don’t have family help and I can’t imagine what it must be like. Carlos’ parents do so much for us with the kids, and even my parents come for visits and relieve us. You guys have nobody.”