Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (10 page)

I cry out when Jackson takes a step back. His cock is so hard it looks like it’s about to explode, and I want it to, inside of me —
anywhere inside of me
. I look up at him through my lashes and watch as his chest rises and falls, his breaths deep and harsh. He’s just as turned on as I am, except where I am ready to let go and fly, he is trying to stay in control
.

The perfect balance
.

“You’re going to ride my cock, little bunny. You’re going to bounce those pretty tits in my face and you’re going to make me come so fucking hard, I see stars,” he rambles.

I quickly scramble to the bed, ready to do as he says.

Jackson sits against the headboard, his thighs spread, his cock jutting out, and waiting for me. I crawl over to him and straddle his thighs, grasping his thick, long, hard, length in my hand. I align it with my body and I slowly sink down on him, taking him completely inside of me. We both groan at the contact. I still with him inside of me, his eyes on mine, and his hands wrapped around my waist.

All of my Jackson consuming me.

I ride him slowly, gliding up and grinding down on his hard cock. My 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 admit.

“You will be okay, my beautiful
hija
. You think I wasn’t scared when I gave birth to a fifth child that I could not afford? You have the advantage of being able to afford help. Get the help you need, do not make this life harder than it needs to be. As for your husband, I have half a mind to call him myself and have some words with him. It isn’t as if you drugged him and took him to the appointment. You were scared and made a decision that wasn’t the best, but is not irreversible,” she explains. I love, adore, and cherish that my mama is always on my side.

“It was wrong of me, though,” I admit.

“Well, of course it was; but you’re scared and hormonal, he should understand. Is he ensuring you’re eating enough? Getting enough rest?
No, he is not
. He’s off doing god knows what. I’ll be there by tomorrow. You need your mama,” she decides.

I open my mouth to protest but I don’t want to. I want my mama. I want her to take care of me and make everything better, like only she can.

“Okay,” I whimper.

I kind of can’t wait for my mama to come. I need her to hold my hand, look me in the eyes, and tell me to get my shit together, because I can do this.

I can do this, right?

I
AM A SHIT.

I am a shit husband.

I am a shit father.

I am a fucking coward.

I take another drink from the tequila I bought before I checked into this hotel.

I am so fucked up its ridiculous.

I bought the liquor to forget about
everything
, but all it seems to do is help me remember all that I have fucked up.

Will Victoria take me back after I just left her at the Inn? After I deserted her to get a ride home and pick up our children, and care for them, all on her own? All while I selfishly drink myself into a stupor?

My phone rings and I hold my breath, looking down to see if it’s her. She hasn’t tried to call me once. I wish she would. If she asked me back, I’d probably fucking fly over to her.

I am such a fuck up.

I don’t expect the name I see on the Caller ID.

Jackson
.

“Hello,” I slur into the phone.

“I think you could be the biggest fuck up of us all. I find it ridiculous that this is not the first time one of us has said this to you either. Just in case you were wondering, I made sure your wife and children were safely delivered to your apartment,” Jackson barks.

“What about Jarrod? I told her to go home with them,” I say, ignoring the hostility coming from my friend.

“We had to pick up Quinn from Jarrod and Amalie’s; plus, our car will fit all of the kids and car seats. Jarrod and Amalie’s won’t. Unless you thought she’d just take a cab from your parents’ house with your kids —
alone
?”

I didn’t think about how she’d get home.

I didn’t think about anything.

I didn’t care either.

I just left.

“Thanks for getting them settled,” I mutter, not really all that thankful for the ass chewing he’s giving me. But I deserve it.

“She’s pregnant with your twins and has two kids under five at home, Carlos. I don’t want to get involved in your marriage, man, but I gotta tell you the truth when it needs to be doled out,” he pauses, taking a breath before continuing, “You’re being a gigantic dick. So she freaked the fuck out. So she made an appointment for you to get your nuts snipped. What’s the big fucking deal?”

I don’t see anything but red. I am completely irrational at Jackson’s questions.

“She made a decision without me,” I roar.

“And?”

“How would you feel if Maggie made decisions without you? Huh?
Big decisions
,” I ask.

I know this man. Maggie isn’t allowed to breathe without his permission.

“You want to know what I’d do if I were in your shoes this exact moment?” he asks.

I grunt, waiting for his response.

“I’d go home and beg my wife to accept my apology for being a giant fucking dickhead. I would understand that although her reaction to the situation wasn’t ideal, she was
Freaked. The. Fuck. Out.
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.