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

She’s home with two kids all day, and I know Vic, she tries to make everything perfect for them, and for you. She takes on too much on her own.
    “I would understand that adding twins will mean a huge change, not only to the household, but to her body, and her mind as well. So, I would understand where she was coming from, and I would help ease her fears. I would hire a housekeeper for her, minimum . What I would not fucking do, is abandon her,” Jackson calmly states, as if he just told me he was ordering a fucking sub sandwich and not changing my whole perspective and calling me a dumbshit all at the same time.
    “I’m a shit,” I mumble.
    “Yeah, you are,” he agrees. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes.
    “I can’t go back tonight. I’m too fucked up. I’ll go back tomorrow,” I say, looking at the almost empty bottle of tequila, knowing I couldn’t drive even if I wanted to.
    “You do that. I gotta go,” he murmurs but I hear Quinn in the background.
    I know she has his full attention now. I hang up the phone, feeling even shittier about myself, about life, and about how I handled this situation.
    I have never reacted this badly before. I don’t know why it angered me so much. Maybe it was the fact that she was so willing to take away a piece of my manhood, my ability to create more life. We certainly won’t need any more kids after these two creatures make their way into this world.
    I reach into my back pocket and take out the sonogram picture Victoria hastily threw at me. I take the time to really look at it. Two little round blobs; but I know what they are. They are half me and half of her. They are beautiful.
    I am a worthless piece of shit.
    My semen isn’t so important that I can’t give it up. There’s no other woman I’ll ever be inside of. If Victoria is done having kids, then I am too. I think four is sufficient enough.
    I lie down as the room spins around me and I think about my life.
    My beautiful wife.
    My wonderful children.
    My breathtaking life.
    The fact that I get to live my dream every single day. I walked away from it all, and for what? Selfish pride .

    My wife is spread out on the hotel bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy waiting for me. The last thing I want to do is call Jackson to see if he was able to pull Carlos’ head out of his ass, but I do it anyway. I let my eyes travel over Libby one last time before I press send.
    “Play with yourself while I make this call,” I demand.
    I then watch as her body breaks out in pretty goosebumps.
    “Lexington,” he barks into the phone as Libby dips one of her fingers into her pretty pink pussy.
    “You get his shit sorted?” I grunt, licking my lips when Libby pinches one of her nipples.
    “Think so. He was drunk as fuck, so I hope it sunk in,” he admits. Fucking Carlos.
    “All this bullshit over getting his nuts cut?” I ask, still astonished at the man’s reaction.
    Libby whimpers, sliding a second finger into her wet pussy. Fuck, so goddamned fucking perfect . My cock is rock hard and the blood is draining from my brain, traveling down, leaving me with nothing but pure instinct to get me by. I want to stick my cock into her pussy —my only coherent thought.
    “I think he was more pissed about her making that decision for him, not the actual decision,” he says. I nod. I can understand that.
    “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow if she takes his stupid ass back,” I grunt before ending the call, telling Jackson I’ll touch base tomorrow.
    I throw the phone to the floor and jump on top of my wife. She gasps in surprise—her eyes were closed.
    “Fuck, Libby baby, you look so pretty all laid out with that hot cunt waiting for me,” I murmur, kissing the side of her neck.
    “You’re disgusting,” she grumbles, lifting her hips slightly toward me.
    I don’t need a written invitation. I slowly sink my cock into her hot, wet, pussy.
    “Yeah, but you love it,” I grunt, wrapping my hands around the backs