Free Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) by Hayley Faiman

eyes don’t leave his. They are intently focused on his expression of awe as I take my pleasure from his body. He loves the little moments I own him . He lets out a ragged breath before his hands tighten on my waist and he stills my body.
    I throw my head back, crying out, as he surges deep inside of me from below. My body still, accepting him, taking him in as he fucks me from beneath.
    “Pinch those hard nipples, bunny—squeeze them tight,” he orders.
    My hands fly to my breasts and I take my fingers and pinch my nipples, hard , following his command. My thighs start to shake as my climax pulses and crashes throughout my entire body, fast , sudden, and so strong .
    Jackson doesn’t stop or even slow down, but continues to fuck me roughly. My knees are the only thing keeping me upright and I want to collapse on top of him so badly, but I don’t. I keep my eyes trained on his and relish in the beauty of his release. He stills and groans as he fills my body with his climax. I moan when he pulls me down on his chest, still rooted deep inside of me, and begins to stroke my hair.
    “I love you, Maggie,” he murmurs against my hair.
    “I love you too, Jackson,” I say with a smile as I exhale.
    “Think that made another baby?” he asks as his hand lazily drifts down to my ass before he squeezes gently.
    “I hope so. I want a boy. I want him to have your black eyes,” I confess.
    “I kind of want another girl,” he admits. I look up with confusion.
    “Why wouldn’t I want more sweetness in my life? I want my house filled with all the sweetness you can give me, Marguerite.”
    “Are you trying to make me cry?” I ask as tears begin to fall from my eyes. Jackson cups my cheek and gently wipes the wetness from my cheeks.
    “Never, beautiful. You make me the happiest man on earth,” he murmurs before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

    He left me.
    He’s gone.
    I sit down on the bed, after putting on some yoga pants and a loose fitting shirt.
    I am in a daze as I stare at the empty closet in front of me.
    Carlos has been pissed countless times in our relationship, but never has he left like he just did. Ever .
    I feel like I should be crying. The tears dried as soon as he closed the door behind him. Now I am not only hurt and angry, but I am pissed off.
    Who the fuck does that?
    Who leaves their pregnant wife four hours from home with no vehicle of her own? Who leaves her to pick up their children and explain to them why daddy isn’t home and then try to explain that she doesn’t know when daddy will be back?
    I fucked up.
    I admit it.
    I’ll apologize for it.
    I freaked out.
    Admittedly, I freaked way the fuck out.
    I made a decision that affected both of us, but the decision isn’t irrevocable. All I have to do is call and cancel the stupid appointment in the morning. I made a mistake. I didn’t fuck another man, I didn’t spend every dime we have on shoes, or something stupid.
    How dare he leave me like this.
    Honestly, I don’t know if this is something I can easily forgive. For whatever reason, we’re both fucking this up at a moment when we need each other’s support the most. I don’t even know if I want him back. Not if this is how he is going to behave, abandoning me – us .
    I decide to try and get some sleep. Unfortunately, tomorrow is going to be a long day. It’s going to start out with my trying to explain what’s happened to all of our friends. Then, after four hours of travel, I am going to have to explain it to our children and Carlos’ parents.
    I lie down in bed and pick up my phone. I need my mom.
    “Mama,” I cry as soon as I hear her sweet voice.
    “ Hija ? What has happened?”
    I don’t hold back. I tell my mother everything. I tell her about the pregnancy, I tell her about the rash decision I made, and then the rash decision my husband made. I cry the entire time .
    “You’re both running scared,” my mom explains. I nod as if she can see me.
    “I’m terrified,” I