Last Round (Double Play Series Book 6)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “I know you wouldn't,” I say looking up at him.

  He smiles a sad smile and puts his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb down my nose.

  “You're so pure, Aless, so good. You're too good for me.”

  “Miguel, do you not remember how I ended up in Louisiana?” I ask cupping his cheek and turning his face towards me.

  “Sleepin’ with men for money because you literally didn't have any other choice is a lot different than my circumstance.”

  “You didn't have a choice either, Miguel. You did for Normani what I did for Peter. We both did what we had to do and if you can look past all my mistakes, I can look past yours. Please don't shut me out, Miguel. Please,” I whisper.

  He places his hand over mine on his cheek and nods, giving me a small smile.

  “Come with me.”

  He guides me down the steps to the front of the hall and I follow, blindly. I would go with this man wherever he wanted to take me, no questions asked. It should make me cautious, take a step back and think about it but it doesn’t. I trust him, I trust him with all my heart and the feeling is so foreign to me. I’ve never felt like this before, even with Frankie. This is love, not infatuation and my palms start to sweat against Miguel’s.

  “What are you thinkin’ about? You’re grippin’ my hand pretty tight,” Miguel says smiling looking over his shoulder.

  “I… I never felt like this… what I feel for you. It scares me a little. We haven’t even had sex yet and I… I don’t know…” I say trailing off.

  “I feel the same. You gave me this back,” Miguel says placing my hand over his heart. “It’s beatin’ again, all for you.”

  I reach for the back of his head and pull him down to me in a greedy kiss, our lips and tongues thrashing together like they never will indulge in this again. He lifts me up by my butt and opens the back passenger door of the limo out front, hopping inside as I wriggle around on his lap.

  “How did you manage to get this limo empty?” I smirk.

  “I’m a very persuasive man, Alessandra.”

  I groan and get off his lap, kneeling on the floor in front of him. I reach for the belt of his dress pants and unbuckle it, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

  “Alessandra, I don’t want you to do something you don’t wanna do-”

  “Miguel,” I say gripping the base of his cock. “Stop. Talking.”

  His head slams back against the seat and his eyes close, his forehead wrinkling as I swallow him down to the back of my throat.

  “Fuckin’ hell woman,” Miguel groans.

  I wrap my hand tighter at the base of him, my mouth suctioning around his thick length as I move up and down. The silky skin of his shaft glides across my rough tongue and I circle my tongue around his head like my favorite ice pop.

  “Alessandra, like that. God that feels fuckin’ fantastic.”

  His hand comes down to my hair, holding it out of my face and I pop off his tip as I lick down to his balls. I lick the sensitive skin in between each one and then suck a ball into my mouth, releasing it and doing it with the other one.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Miguel groans through gritted teeth.

  I move back over his head as I devour his cock, putting my hands on his thighs and rubbing my palms up and down his muscular legs, feeling him tense. I move up to his abs, ripping open his dress shirt and scratch my nails down his hard stomach as he bucks up into my mouth and lets out a roar that would put a lion’s to shame.

  I gag a little as his tip hits the back of my throat, shooting stream after stream of his release. I swallow it down and slowly slip him out of my mouth as I wipe my mouth with a grin. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my ass on the bench seat, Miguel on his knees in front of me.

  “I am fuckin’ starvin’ for you, Alessandra. I've wanted nothin’ more than to bury my face in this pussy and feast on it, reducin’ you to a mumblin' mess all over my face.”

  “Holy God,” I whisper.

  I close my eyes at his words as he inches my dress up, so damn slow. His stare is devilish, like every detail he just said is going to come true. I’m already a mumbling mess and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

  He pulls my panties down and the contact on my legs makes me jump. Every spot on my body he touches ignites, sending a jolt straight to my clit.

  “Tell me if it’s too much, even though I won’t stop. I wanna hear you cryin’ my name, Alessandra. I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill.”

  I nod without words because I have none. My mouth is cotton as I watch him slowly move his head down between my legs and when his tongue flicks my clit, I almost come on the spot.

  “Holy… Christ I…”

  I grip the seat next to me, my nails indenting the leather as Miguel wildly eats me, licks me, bites me, literally engulfs me with his lips. I can’t catch my breath as his hands squeeze my upper thighs, keeping my body enslaved to him, right where he wants me; at his mercy, and I am. I so fucking am.

  “Shit Miguel. This is… I… I’m gonna come, I can’t…”

  He buries his face in further, his tongue and lips moving against my dripping pussy at a rabid pace. I can’t stop the orgasm that builds so fast it literally takes my breath away. My head rocks back, my body pushes up into him. I feel my hands dig into the back of his head, pushing him closer, my legs heating with the unfamiliar warmth. So long, it’s been so fucking long since I felt this bliss from anything other than my own doing.

  “Yessssss, Oh God, yesssssss,” I cry.

  Miguel doesn’t stop, continuing his lashing as he runs his tongue up my slit and then back down with the back of his tongue. I jerk up, my eyes wide and he stills.

  “What?” he asks.

  “What the hell was that? What did you… God do that again,” I whisper, playing with his hair.

  He smiles and moves his head back down, licking me up and down, the front of his tongue, the back, left then right. Those luscious lips moving against my clit, my pussy. His mouth is heaven and another orgasm knocks me into another fit of sighs, incoherent words.

  “Miguel, yes. Your mouth… fuck, your mouth…”

  “Fuck it baby,” Miguel growls against the sensitive skin of my pussy. “Fuck my mouth.”

  I clamp my thighs around his head and push myself into him again, boldly moving against his face, rocking back and forth chasing yet another orgasm.

  “Gimme one more, Alessandra.”

  The movement of his lips as he talks, my name in that sexy accent is my undoing and my hoarse voice splits the silence of the limo as I cry out his name.

  “Miguel… oh God Miguel…”

  I drop my hand to his shoulder as I slump back in the seat, my breath coming out in double time. He doesn't wipe his mouth, but he licks his lips instead, smiling as my juices drip off his chin onto his still hard cock.

  “Oh my God,” I groan. “That is the sexiest sight I have ever seen.”

  “Your taste is exquisite, Aless. I could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner and never grow hungry. You make me ravenous for you. One taste and I can't get enough. I want more,” he says leaning his head down to lick my inner thigh.

  “Miguel, my dream man,” I laugh sighing. I grab onto his hair to lift his face. “If you give me another orgasm, I just might combust from an absurd amount pleasure and never be able to walk again. That mouth is pure glutton. What you did with your tongue…” I trail off and shake my head.

  “I can wait,” he says smiling. “I will have you again tonight. I won’t be able to think about much else until your moans fill my ears.”

  “I… I swear you are gonna be the death of me, you know that? If this happens just from your tongue, my God when we have sex. I… I don’t think I’m ready,” I laugh cupping his face.

  “I'll wait for as long as I have to. When our bodies connect, I want you to have no doubts.”

  I nod and he kisses my lips the taste of myself on him has my nipples harden
ing. I’ve never experienced that before and it surprises me that it doesn’t gross me out.

  “Have you always been so… responsive?” Miguel asks tracing a finger up my thigh.

  I shiver at his touch and shake my head.

  “It was never about me.”

  “At the club… no one…”

  I shake my head again.

  “The client comes first, always. None of what I did… I didn’t enjoy any of it, Miguel. Besides Frankie, no other man has ever made me come except you. No other man has ever tasted me, except you.”

  “My girl, we have a lot of makin’ up for. A travesty it is that you haven’t experienced such pleasure in years. I'll never allow that to happen, ever again. As my woman you'll feel nothin’ but pleasure. I can promise you that.”

  “I believe you,” I whisper cupping his cheek.

  He gives me another soft kiss and we put ourselves together, making our way back into the hall. The smile on my face hides nothing as Bella and Lacey run up to us, stealing me away from Miguel and walking over to the bar.

  “You totally just fucked,” Lacey says squealing.

  “We did not!” I say slapping her arm. “We just… had some fun in the limo,” I say quickly covering my mouth.

  “Oh my God!” Bella gasps. “Let’s leave Mani out of this conversation but how is he? Magic tongue?”

  “My God, Bella. You have no idea. I… I had three orgasms,” I whisper reaching for the glass of water on the bar.

  “What!” Lacey gasps. “Oh my God! Marry him, Alessandra!” Lacey says slapping my butt.

  “Ow, hey! I… stop talking so loud! We’re taking things slow, I can’t marry him just because he has a magic tongue,” I whisper yell.

  “Oh my God, you so can! That’s half the reason I married Damon,” Bella says sipping her water.

  “Why did you marry me?” Damon asks coming up from behind Bella rubbing her belly.

  “Because of your magic tongue,” she says smiling turning and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

  “Funny, I married you for your magic mouth,” he says smirking, pinching her butt.

  “Ow, jerk!” Bella says slapping his chest.

  I laugh and roll my eyes as Nico comes up behind Lacey putting his finger up to his lips to keep us quiet.

  “Well, why are you marryin’ Hulk?” Bella asks with a devious smile.

  “Hulk smash. Need I say more?” Lacey says wiggling her eyebrows.

  “That’s the only reason, huh?” Nico says from behind Lacey.

  Lacey chokes on her drink and turns around slowly facing Nico.

  “Love you, baby,” Lacey says with a scared smile.

  “Mmmm hmmmm,” Nico says crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Oh, come on! Give me a break you ape. You know I can’t help my mouth, no spankin’ tonight, please?”

  “Begging for it. Let’s not forget you were begging for it the other night, Blondie.”

  “I was not,” Lacey says slapping his chest.

  “Hulk, you better spank that ass like you mean it or I swear I’m fixin’ to-”

  “Quit it!” Lacey says cutting off Nico’s southern belle imitation of Lacey.

  We all laugh as a strong hand slides down my back to my ass. I close my eyes leaning my head back on the strong shoulder and I smell him. Musky and man and it feels like it’s been days since I’ve had his touch, like he didn’t just have me screaming his name mere minutes ago.

  “Let’s get home,” Miguel says in my ear.

  I nod and wave to everyone, ignoring the girls knowing stares. We grab Peter as everyone starts to file out, saying their goodbyes.

  We drive home, the tension in the air suffocating as we pull into the garage and walk up to the apartment. Miguel and I both tuck Peter in and walk out to the hall together.

  “Sleep with me tonight. I wanna use your pussy as a pillow,” he whispers, his voice gruff.

  “Holy mother of God. Your mouth Miguel Jameson-”

  “Is about to make you crazy.”

  Chapter 16

  Miguel

  I sit back on the couch as I watch Alessandra hold Peter, delicately putting an ornament on the Christmas tree we went out and cut this morning.

  “Christmas now?” Peter asks.

  “Tomorrow,” Alessandra answers.

  “Santa come?”

  “Of course! You've been a good boy, right?” She asks.

  Peter nods his head excitedly and Alessandra laughs.

  “Here. One more.”

  She hands Peter another ornament and he puts it on then turns, wrapping his arms around her neck. That kid gives the best hugs, I swear.

  “Lub mama.”

  “I love you too bud.”

  Alessandra looks over at me and smirks.

  “What? Do I have something on my face?”

  “A gorgeous smile,” I say getting to my feet.

  I wrap both of them in a hug and kiss Alessandra on the forehead and then Peter.

  “You excited for the craziness tomorrow?” I ask laughing. “Christmas has nothin’ on Thanksgiving. Last year Avery got stuck under wrappin’ paper for a solid five minutes. No one knew where she was.”

  “Oh my God!” I laugh. “Maybe I should put some GPS on Peter.”

  I laugh and nod.

  “Might be a good idea. There's almost triple the amount of kids as last year.”

  “I'm so excited. We've always had such quiet Christmases. This is gonna be so much fun.”

  “We'll see if you're still sayin’ that at the end of the night.”

  She smacks my chest and furrows her brows.

  “Oh Peter, what's the name of that movie with the green guy you love?” Alessandra asks making a thinking face, her finger to her chin.

  “Grinch!”

  “Ah yes! The… the… the grinch!” She says in a low voice, imitating his voice from the movie.

  I laugh and put my hands in the air.

  “Okay, okay, you're right. It's gonna be fun.”

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  We walk through the front door of Savannah and Jackson's house and the first thing that registers is the noise. Kids are laughing, babies crying, it sounds like they have elephants upstairs and then a loud bang and curse from the kitchen.

  “Let me go put this cake in the kitchen. Wanna take Peter up to the kids?” Alessandra asks.

  I nod and walk upstairs with Peter and a whole flock of kids greet me.

  “Miguel! Miguel! Miguel! Come play fightin’ with us! Let's wrestle! Can you do the flip again?”

  “Okay one flip for everyone and then I'm gonna head on down and see if they need any help.”

  All the kids cheer and line up as I start with Avery, lifting her up over my arm then flipping her upside down and back on her feet.

  “Me next, me next!” Cooper says raising his hand.

  I flip him, then Peter next. Mia wobbles over and I lift her up in the air pretending to flip her and then Mason crawls over wanting in on the action too.

  “You boys too old for this? I bench close to 300, I could toss you around,” I laugh towards Tucker and Harrison.

  Harrison smiles and runs over to me as I flip him over and he laughs, landing with a thump.

  “Where's all the adults?” I ask.

  “Grillin’ out. Mama and Daddy were arguin’ over cookin’ and I'm pretty sure that loud bang was Mama droppin’ somethin’. Daddy got steaks, chicken and ribs as a backup, but I think that was his plan all along. They were fightin’ in their room last night too. Mama kept sayin’, ‘oh God dammit Jax!’ And then Daddy kept sayin’, ‘you drive me crazy, princess!’ I think Daddy got so mad he hit the wall. I kept hearin’ bangin’ and then he made a mad sound. Mama did too.”

  I try to hide my laugh and I slap Harrison on the back. He was always a talker and never one to keep any secrets.

  “I'll talk to your mama and daddy. Maybe invest in a pair of headphones for you.”

  I walk back downst
airs and find Jackson and Gabe standing in front of the TV, beers in their hands.

  “Merry Christmas, y’all,” I say slapping them on the back.

  “Hey, Miguel!” Jackson shakes my hand then Gabe.

  “Harrison told me a really interestin’ story. I guess you and Savannah were fightin’ last night? Sounded like you were bangin’ the wall because you were so mad. You kept sayin’ Savannah drove you crazy, she kept sayin’ Oh god dammit Jackson…” I laugh and watch his face change from a smile to a “holy shit” expression.