Her head falls back as my hands reach up to her tits. I squeeze them hard, causing her to fall forward, her hands bracing my chest. She gets on her feet, takes my hands in hers for stability, and starts squatting low over my cock, giving me a wide-open view of her pussy, and the perfect depth I was looking for.

“Fucking hell, yes, Kinny. More, baby, more.”

She bounces harder, her teeth rolling over her bottom lip, her blonde hair floating side to side, her tits jostling with her movements. So goddamn sexy.

“Oh God, Maddox.” Her teeth pull at her bottom lip as I feel her tense, her pussy starts to contract around me, and she cries out as she spasms above me. My eyes are glued to her reaction as she continues to impale herself over my dick. It takes a few short seconds before my balls tighten, my skin crawls with pleasure, and a rocket is shot through me, ecstasy hitting me harder than I expected.

“Oh . . . fuck,” I grunt while coming.

“Yes,” she moans, then slows down and collapses on top of me. Our sweaty bodies press together, our breath mixes, as we both get our breath back. “Oh my God,” she whispers against my neck. “Maddox, that was intense.”

“It was,” I admit. “I, uh, got lost back there, drawing you. It wasn’t until I saw your eyes that I was snapped back into real life and realized I needed you in that moment.”

She draws small circles on my chest as she talks. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are when you draw. The intensity in your eyes, the concentration, it reminds me of you being on the mound, but in a different, more creative way. I was dying for you to touch me, but I didn’t want to break your concentration.” She kisses my chest.

“You could have. I always want you to tell me when you want me.”

She presses one more kiss to my chest and sits up. “Would it be okay if I asked you to join me in the shower?”

My lips curve into a smile. “I can’t think of a better follow-up birthday present.”

Chapter Twenty-One

KINSLEY

“You look really fucking good, Kinsley,” Maddox says as he holds my hand and tries to delay our arrival at the bar.

After the game—which was a day game thankfully—Maddox came home, we had another bout of birthday shower sex, and then I got ready while he pawed at me the entire time. I dressed up more than usual, putting on a tight-fitting yellow dress, and layering on the mascara to make my eyes pop. I curled my hair into soft waves, and then topped the look off with some pink lipstick that looks amazing with my complexion.

We pat Herman on the head, told him we’d be home later, and then we head to the bar where everyone is waiting for us.

“Stop delaying.”

He pulls on my hand again as we stand outside the bar. “It’s not too late. We can go back home and Netflix and chill.” He wiggles his brows.

I curl into him and rest my hand on his chest. Pressing a kiss to his jaw, I say, “You’re going to have to give my vagina a rest. A few hours, okay?”

“Do you need me to nurse it back to health? Because I’m good at that too.”

“You’re hopeless.” I kiss him one more time and drag his grumbling ass into the bar. Luckily, they closed off the back for our group of friends, so when we arrive, they all shout happy birthday, loud enough for the patrons who frequent the bar to shout the same.

Maddox gives everyone a quick wave and then shakes hands with his friends and offers hugs to their girls. I kept the invite list small, only the people I know, which means Jason and Dottie are here, along with Cory and Natalie and the single guy of the night, Lincoln.

Once the hellos are out of the way, Cory hands Maddox a beer while Natalie gives me a vodka and cranberry. We all hold our drinks up and Cory says, “To our boy Maddox, the true rebel of the group.”

We clink our drinks and take sips. Maddox squeezes in closer to me, holding me around the waist and not letting me stray too far.

“Dig in,” I say to the group, motioning to the food ready to be eaten.

“Thank Christ,” Jason says, grabbing a plate and picking at a few buffalo wings. Maddox sits back on his stool and brings me in even closer.

Whispering, he says, “Babe, is there food for you?”

“Of course.” I turn to him and press my lips to his. “Waffle fries, carrots, and celery. All the essentials.”

He doesn’t look too happy though. “We could go somewhere else, a place that serves more vegan-friendly things.”

I shake my head. “No, this is your bar. This is where you’re comfortable with the guys. I want to be here with you and our friends.” When he still doesn’t smile, I say, “Plus I stashed away a vegan cupcake for myself so I can eat cake too.”

He sighs and presses his mouth to my neck. “Fine.”

“She’s not going to run away, you know,” Jason says, coming up to us, his plate full, a piece of celery in his mouth. “I made potato salad, so you should go get some.” He glances at me. “There’s eggs in it.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I wave him off. “I’m sure it’s really good.”

“Best you’ll ever have.”

From behind him, I spot Natalie shaking her head and mouthing she makes the best. I turn into Maddox and chuckle into his shoulder, remembering the conversation we girls had during one of the games where we discussed Jason’s potato salad and how Natalie’s is better. Dottie didn’t admit to it being better, but I could see it in her eyes—she prefers Natalie’s.

Maddox’s hand glides up and down my back and I revel in the feel of him, in the smell of his cologne, in being able to be affectionate with him not only daily, but also in public. I like that we have friends, that we can have moments like this, gatherings. It’s something I didn’t have when I was still living in our hometown, something I truly craved.

Slightly overwhelmed, I press my lips to Maddox’s ear and say, “I’m really happy.”

His grip on my back intensifies and he whispers back, “Me too, Kinny. Thank you for everything.”

I pull back and place a gentle kiss on his lips just as Dottie clears her throat and asks, “What did you get Maddox for his birthday?”

Turning toward the group, I say, “I let him draw me naked.”

Jason snorts potato salad while Lincoln, who just walked up with a waffle fry in his mouth, coughs it out.

“Jesus, Kin.” Maddox chuckles next to me.

“What?” I shrug. “That’s what I gave you.”

Jason wipes potato salad from his nose and Dottie gives him a drink. When he’s cleaned up, he says, “How come you never let me draw you naked?” I think he’s talking to Dottie, when I see him make eye contact with Cory, his man crush.

Cory rolls his eyes. “Because you can’t draw worth shit, and because I don’t particularly enjoy posing naked for my brother-in-law, despite how much he tries to catch me naked in the locker room.”

“Jason, self-respect,” Dottie chastises with a smile.

“Babe, you need to see his penis.” Jason mouths, “huge.”

And I know there’s truth to that because the girls and I have talked . . . in detail.

“Can we go one goddamn day without you referring to my penis?”

Jason shakes his head. “Impossible.”

Turning to Maddox, I ask, “Want me to get you a plate of food?”

“Nah, I can.” He stands from his stool and says, “I’ll grab you one though. Keep my seat warm.” He places another kiss on my cheek and then takes off toward the food, leaving me with our friends.

They’re all smiling at me like fools.

I smile back.

It’s weird, but comforting at the same time.

“Thanks for coming, you guys. I know he didn’t want this party, but I appreciate you coming out anyway, especially after having a game today.”

“Anything for Maddox,” Cory says. “The man is one of the reasons Natalie and I are together right now.”

Natalie cuddles into Cory and nods. “Yeah, he helped Cory through a rough time. We’re both thankful for him.”

“We met back in the minors,” Lincoln adds. “And even though we went different ways for a short period, he always made sure to check in with me. He was there when I needed him the most. I would do anything for the guy.”

“He helped me with a rash I had on the backs of my knees,” Jason says around his mouthful of potato salad. “He creamed me up real nice and made sure I was okay after every game. Really knows how to take care of his catcher.”

Everyone’s brows are pinched together besides Dottie’s, who just shakes her head and chuckles to herself. What would it be like to married to Jason Orson? An adventure, that’s for sure.

“He’s the best guy I know,” I say, watching him put together two plates, one for me, one for him. “I would do anything for him . . . anything.”

“Give us the dirt. We want an embarrassing Maddox story,” Jason says, as we’re all sitting around in a circle, our respective partners holding us while Lincoln clutches his beer bottle to his chest, saying it is his one, true love.

“Yeah, something from his childhood, something good,” Lincoln says.

I glance back at Maddox who has a brow lifted in my direction. “Ah, I couldn’t do that on his birthday.”

“Fine,” Lincoln says. “Maddox, tell us an embarrassing story about Kinsley.”

Maddox full-on smirks and says, “Now that I can do.”