Free Designated Hitter (Reedsville Roosters Book 4) by Holley Trent

off,” he said. “I was hurtin’ bad.”
    “What’d you do?”
    “I jerked off.”
    “Where?”
    He let out a breath and turned his face to the side, breaking their gaze. “Leaning against the door in my apartment. I barely got inside before I got my pants down.”
    “You came all over your hand, leaning against the door like that?” If he had been as hard then as he was there with Marina, she could understand his need for release. He was like velvety steel in her hand. Hard enough to break her, maybe.
    She pressed her palm against his weeping head and rubbed the wetness down his shaft.
    He bucked into her fist. “Yeah. I… fuck , Marina. I did, even with my roommate watching.”
    “Your roommate caught you?”
    “Walked out to—to say hi, I guess, and I didn’t care that he was there. I didn’t want to stop. I was already so close and I didn’t care if he saw.”
    “What’d he do? Did he walk away?”
    “No. He watched me come and then got me a towel.”
    “Dirty boy.”
    “Yeah, he is. But…so am I.”
    “Yes, I think you are.” She loosened her grip on his shaft only so she could teasingly lick the head. She’d wanted to taste him from the moment he’d walked into her apartment. A lick turned into a suck, because there was so much of him to taste all at once. Pulling the whole head into her mouth seemed logical.
    “ Jesus , Marina.” His control may have been unpracticed, but it was excellent . Aroused as he was, he didn’t try to thrust more of himself into her mouth. He wouldn’t take more than she was willing to give, and that seemed to be his modus operandi outside of the bedroom, too. She wished she’d know that about him sooner. All the time she spent avoiding him as if he were any other Rooster could have been used so much more productively.
    Perhaps she would have been so much less lonely.
    Sighing, she let him fall from her mouth and leaned back. She was getting carried away already. “Did he want to know what go you so hot?”
    She started undoing the rope around his ankles.
    “Yeah, he wanted to know, and I didn’t want to tell him. He’d want to share, and I don’t share.” He flexed his feet and tried to look down. “Um, what are you doing?”
    “I’m gonna get you up so you can come, Quinn.”
    “Pardon?”
    “I changed my mind. Am I allowed to change my mind?”
    “Of course you are, honey. Any time you want.”
    “Good. I want you against the doorway with your fist around your dick. I want to watch the turmoil on your face as you come too hard and too fast.”
    “I thought—”
    She pressed her index finger against his lips and shushed him. “Okay?”
    Brow furrowed, he nodded.
    So trusting .
    She bent to kiss him, just a sweet, short peck, but a reward for his easy compliance all the same. She didn’t want to do anything to breach his trust, because he didn’t seem to be the kind of man who gave it up easily.
    She undid the knots that secured his arms and rubbed his skin where the rope had pinched. Then she kissed each little spot of red, and few other swaths of his golden skin, too.
    Judging by his indulgent little sighs, he liked it, and she liked pleasing him. He was easy, and she needed some things in her life to be easy.
    She took his hands to get him to his feet, led him to the bedroom door, and put his back against it. “Stay right there, handsome.”
    “If you’d like.”
    “I’m going to like it a lot, I think.” She retreated to the bench and sat.
    Curiosity tugged at his features as he stood waiting, and his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly at his sides. He didn’t seem impatient so much as nervous. Having seen him play baseball so fearlessly, she would have never taken him for the nervous type. His hesitance humanized him and made him that much easier to want.
    She already wanted him very much.
    She shrugged her robe off her shoulders and opened her legs so he could see. He had a good view from where he was, even if the light was