Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (11 page)

“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 of her knees and spreading her thighs even wider for me. She’s helpless, unable to move, and I love it. I look down at her cunt taking my cock.

It’s so fuckin’ gorgeous
.

“
Pete
,” she whimpers from beneath me.

I lean down slightly and take her mouth with my own. My tongue slides deep inside of her, the same time my cock slides deep inside of that sweet pussy.

“You gonna come on my cock, Libby baby?” I ask tipping my hips just the way she likes.

“I need more,
please
,” she begs.

Her fucking sweet words are my undoing. I release her knees and wrap my hands in her hair, tipping her head back, before I fuck her
hard
— just the way she likes.

“Pete,” she cries out.

I slam in and out of her, enjoying the hitches to her breathing. Her eyes widening in surprise, then her final scream at the exact same moment her pussy wraps even tighter around my cock, forcing my orgasm from my body as well.

“I love you,” I murmur against her sweat soaked neck as I lazily glide in and out of her, never wanting to leave my most favorite place.

That hot cunt of hers.

“I love you so much, Pete,” she sighs before her eyes flutter closed and she falls asleep, with me still inside of her.

My gorgeous girl is exhausted.

Too much fun this weekend.

I slide out of her, then out of the bed, going to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. I clean Libby up before I slip into bed behind her and wrap her up with my body. The extra day I booked at the Inn was totally worth it. We are completely alone without anyone else’s drama. I close my eyes and let her smell assault my senses before I can finally find sleep, myself.

Lying on my mama’s legs while she strokes my hair will never get old. I hate that my parents still live in California while I’m in New York. However, it does make me cherish these moments even more.

Mama called the agency that Jackson used when he hired help for Maggie. My mama is a doer, not a sayer. So when she said I needed help around the house, it wasn’t an option – she’s already set up three interviews.

I haven’t heard from Carlos since Saturday evening. Two full days. It is the longest we have gone without communication. The kid’s haven’t asked any questions at all, not even Rocio. I don’t know what that means. Maybe they just think he’s out on the road for a game. I’m not going to say anything otherwise.

“What should I do?” I ask my mama.

“You need to do whatever is best for you,
hija
,” she not so helpfully explains.

“I’m so angry at him, but I miss him,” I admit.

“You’re married,” she shrugs. I roll my eyes.

My mama has put up with a lot of shit from my dad and us kids. She always has a way of looking at it in a positive, yet self-explanatory manner.
You’re married,
or
I’m a mother, it’s what I do.
It used to irritate me. Now, as I grow older, I understand her better. It isn’t an excuse, it is just the way it is. I’m a mother and I’m married, therefore I have to choose to make this shit work.

I fall asleep in my mama’s lap, hoping and praying that I can, indeed, make this shit work. A life without Carlos doesn’t seem possible. I can’t let it come to that. We have to work this out. I couldn’t go on without him.

It is late Tuesday evening and I’m watching television.
I can’t sleep
. I haven’t been able to sleep since Carlos walked out on me, not really anyway. My mother is sleeping in the guest room while I watch television in the living room. I also haven’t been able to go into my bedroom for more than showering and changing my clothes. It’s just a reminder of what’s wrong with my life. It is where we made these babies and it is where my husband isn’t.

The door handle jiggles and I turn to see Carlos walk through the front door of our apartment. I gasp at how horrible he looks. His hair is unkempt, his clothes rumpled, and he has black circles under his eyes. He looks like complete shit. I’m sure I don’t fare much better, though.

“What are you doing awake,
hermosa
?” he asks, his voice soft and ragged from being so tired.

“Can’t sleep.”

I shrug as I watch him close and lock the door behind him. He walks right over to me and sits down, looking straight ahead at the television. I can practically see his thoughts spinning inside of his mind. I want to scream and yell at him, I want to tell him to fuck off, to go away, but my words are trapped in the back of my throat.

“I was a dick. I shouldn’t have left the way I did. There is no explanation I could give that excuses my behavior,” he admits, which shocks me.

I blink once, shaking my head, wondering if I imagined his words – his apology.

“My mother’s here,” I blurt out. Carlos turns and looks at me in surprise.

“From Cali?” he asks slowly. I nod.

“I called her and she flew here. I needed my mama,” I explain as my bottom lip wobbles.

Carlos grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his arms. It feels good,
they
feel good, wrapping around me. I hear him inhale my scent and I pull him tighter, wrapping my own arms around him. I missed his touch, his voice, and his smell. I missed everything about the
pendejo
.