We move together, his cock hitting a magical place inside of me that no one with the exception of my vibrator ever reaches, since no one else has cared to make the time to find it. Eyes on mine, he licks his thumb and brings it between us, sliding over my clit as he continues to move inside me, punishing thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Inside, I feel like I’m going to explode, like one more flick and my entire body will combust. My eyes pop open when I feel him pull out of me. His fingers move faster against my clit, his other hand pumping his cock as he watches me, and I start to come again as he comes on my stomach. It’s a beautiful sight, watching Mitch come undone like that, but I remind myself that it’s a short-lived moment of satisfaction because he won’t be here tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I glance over at the empty spot in the bed beside me and sigh. What did I expect? For him to stay? I shake my head at myself and stretch my arms over my head as I yawn, then let them fall when I hear a noise. Sitting up quickly, I grab the sheet and cover myself when I hear footsteps approach my room. The door pushes open and Mitch smiles as he leans against the doorframe, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Hey.”
I blink. “Hey.”
“I brought you this and a bagel. Cream cheese on the side.” He winks, pushes off the doorframe, and walks over to me, setting the coffee beside me on the nightstand. He kisses the top of my head and walks back out of the room like this is normal.
I take a sip of coffee, then get out of bed and rush to the bathroom. Once I’m done getting ready, I walk back out into the living room and find Mitch, foot propped on the coffee table, watching ESPN, eating a donut. He looks over and checks me out, his gaze like a caress over every inch of my body, the way his fingers were multiple times last night. I fight a blush.
“I thought you brought bagels?”
“I did.” He stands up, taking the last bite of his donut, and walks over to me. He kisses my mouth, a long, chaste kiss that leaves me dumbfounded. What is even happening? “You don’t like donuts though.”
“I don’t.” I frown. “How do you know all of these random things about me?”
“I pay attention. When we went to Colorado that year, everyone got Krispy Kreme and you said you only liked the hot chocolate.”
“That was like three years ago.” My frown deepens as I walk over to the bag where I assume the bagels are. “You’re so weird.”
“Because I pay attention?” He chuckles.
“Yeah, that’s some real stalker shit.” I pull out an everything bagel and slather light cream cheese, a quarter of what they spread on bagels in places.
“Yeah, well, I guess I’m a stalker then.”
I take a bite and look up at him. He’s standing on the other side of the counter staring at me. “What?”
“Nothing.” He smiles. “Last night was . . . ”
“Good. Yeah, I agree.” I swallow. “It’s not happening again.”
“Right.” He laughs.
“I’m serious.”
“Famous last words.” He shoots me a look. “We both know it’s happening.”
“What exactly do you want?” I set the bagel down. “A booty call?”
“No. We went over this. No. I want you.”
“You want me.” I scoff. “Is baseball still your first love?”
“I mean . . . ” He reaches a hand and cups the back of his neck, looking away briefly. “I love it, yeah.”
“Is it the number one thing in your life?”
“Yes.”
“Then no.” I shrug.
“No.” He walks around the counter. “No. I mean, yes it is but only because I don’t have you.”
“Me?” I laugh, putting a hand up. “Mitchell. Please.”
“I’m not kidding.” He stands flush against me, bringing an arm around my waist. Begrudgingly, I tilt my neck and meet his eyes. “I’m not kidding, Misty. I don’t want it. If I don’t have you by my side, what’s the point? I fucked up. We were young and I was stupid and blinded by ambition.”
“And now?”
“And now I’m no longer blinded by it.”
“Sure.” I roll my eyes. “Mister let’s get up at five thirty in the morning for a run before I kill myself in the gym room and then on the mound practicing my closing pitches?”
“I’m serious.” He lets go of me and puts some distance between us. “I thought I was going straight to the majors after high school. I mean, Dad did it.” He shrugs. “And then I got hurt.”
“I didn’t even know you got hurt. I mean, I heard about it, but I didn’t realize what that meant.”
“I was out half the season because of my injury and landed in the thirtieth round of the draft, so I opted for college instead.”