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

poor. He could see her parting herself, could see her fingers delving in and out of her slick folds.
    Could see her putting her head back as she strummed at her clit with her thumb.
    Maybe he’d been strung too tight and needed to slake off the edge, but she was there, too. She wanted him so badly, but wanted to see him pleasure himself more.
    She wanted to learn what he needed so she could give it back to him later, because as gratified as she’d be by his easy compliance, she’d craved being at his mercy even more.
    She was tired of being the one in charge.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    “Show me,” Marina said breathily.
    Her head was thrown back and fingers worked feverishly over her clit, dipping every so often into her sex.
    Quinn could do that for her. He could get on his knees and fill her with a finger or two—put his tongue wherever she wanted it. She didn’t seem to want that at the moment, though.
    “Look at me, then,” he whispered. He sounded so needy, and in his everyday life, he was unused to that. He was assertive and cocky and used to asking for what he wanted. Marina could tell him “no,” though, and that little word coming from her could break him. He hadn’t wanted to get entangled with another rich woman. The last one had vowed to give him everything he needed up until the first time he refused her for something. Then she’d taken everything she’d given him back and with interest.
    He couldn’t go back to that place. Couldn’t afford to, financially or emotionally, but resisting Marina was too hard. She woke something up in him, and he liked feeling like he fucking mattered to someone.
    Marina lifted her head and dragged her tongue across her lush, pink lips. “Show me, Quinn. Now.”
    “Of course.” Taking his cock in hand, he nodded and improved his stance. He widened his legs and put his spine against the door.
    “Let me see you come. Show me how you did it in front of your roommate.”
    He knew it wouldn’t be very much of a show, but if she wanted to see him stroke his cock, he’d indulge her. If it’d make her happy, he’d show her.
    Letting out a ragged breath, he lifted his sac with one hand and rolled his balls beneath his thumb. He gripped the base of his shaft and squeezed to the end and briefly brushed his palm over the head, gathering the bit of liquid beaded there.
    “How does it feel, Quinn?”
    “Good. Feels good.”
    He much preferred Marina’s soft flesh against his, but if he wanted to come hard and fast, his rough, calloused hand on his cock would do just fine.
    “Show me how you like it, Quinn. Do you like it gentle like that?”
    He shook his head. Squeezing his fist around his dick tighter, he stroked faster. “No. Like…like it rougher .” His knees and thighs started to quiver and ass clenched as blood pooled in his lower core, and he could hardly draw in enough breath.
    Marina’s sultry stare and wanton fingers dancing over her cleft teased him. He’d been so close to being inside her, and he didn’t even have the second-best thing of her just touching him anywhere she could reach. Still, that sight of her with legs spread wide and lips parted in bliss incited him to that can’t-help-but-to-come place, and so he did.
    Right there in his hand and all over the fucking floor, too.
    Shit.
    Marina closed her eyes and put her head back again. Her hand worked faster—thumb over her clit and fingers of her other hand stuffed inside her—and she ground out through clenched teeth, “ Quinn .”
    “Yes?”
    “Quinn. Oh, Quinn.” Her body shuddered and a shuddering laugh fell from her lips. “God. Do you know how sexy you are?”
    “I—” Yes? No? He shifted his weight, his gaze locked on the wet spot on the floor. She’d already warned him about his pride. He failed at it a lot, but he tried hard not to make the same mistakes more than once.
    Marina got to her feet slowly, and then padded toward the bathroom. “I should lock you in here and never let you