Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (2 page)

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and call my obstetrician’s office. I make an appointment for two weeks from now, one week before our trip to Aurora with all of our friends. I don’t know if I can keep this little
— big
— secret from Carlos for another three weeks.

I’ll be around nine weeks along and, unless God shines his light down on me, my body will already begin to change. With Carlos Jr., I started showing around nine weeks
.
Like
, really showing. It was a ridiculous amount.
I feared I was pregnant with twins, I was so large.

Exhaustion suddenly takes over and I make my way to the sofa, promising to only sleep for a moment before I get up and start to prepare dinner for my family. I close my eyes to thoughts of the baby I am going to bring into this world.

Will it be a boy or a girl?

Will he or she have Carlos’ dark chocolate eyes or my lighter amber colored ones?

I am beat to fucking shit. No fucking around, my body feels like it’s gone through a knockdown, drag out fight with my main man, the original icon of boxing,
Julio Cesar Chavez
. This conditioning and practicing is for kids.

I’m too old for this shit
.

At thirty-two, most wouldn’t think I’m necessarily old; but as a professional athlete, I am, and I feel fucking ancient. I slowly walk toward the elevators in my apartment building and punch the button to my floor.

I close my eyes and lean back, breathing deeply as I think about my family, who is no doubt waiting by the door for their
padre
. My Rocio, with her long brown hair. She looks so much like her mama -
my Vic
- that sometimes it aches to look at her.

I know what I have in store for me with the boys and it already angers me—even though I realize she has another thirty years until she’s allowed to date. I know how those high school boys think. No way in
fuck
is my baby girl going anywhere with any of them.

My little baby, my Carlos Jr., is so fucking crazy, just like me as a kid. Bouncing off of the walls and giving us mini heart attacks already, at the young age of two years old. Then, the boy turns and looks at you with the sweetest smile and you forget about what a little shit he is.

Fucking heart melted
.

Then there’s my Vic,
my Victoria
. The woman I fell in love with when she was just fourteen years old. I still remember the moment I saw her. It was the first day of school. She was wearing an overall dress thing; it was short and hugged her slight curves. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had white Ked shoes on her feet. She was walking with a group of other girls, but I couldn’t see them—
I could only see her
. She stole my heart the second she looked up and her eyes locked with mine.

I had to have her.

At the time, all I could think about was sinking my sixteen year old dick inside of that pretty thing. I had never thought that way about a girl before. Baseball was what interested me. Girls weren’t important. Sure, they were fun to look at, but I spent my life on the ball field focusing on my game.

When I saw her, everything changed. I wanted her.
I needed her
. I was so physically attracted to her it was like a lightning bolt hit me. Later, when I got to know her, it quickly turned into love. I never did get to sink my sixteen year old dick inside of her. I knew she would be my first though.
My first everything.

My Vic was a good catholic girl. Well, mostly good. We fooled around a ton before we were married. We both wanted to solidify our relationship with sex, but neither of us were willing to break the rules. I marched her ass down to the church when she turned seventeen to start our marriage classes. I married her on her eighteenth birthday. It was against our parents’ wishes, but I didn’t care.

I wanted her by my side forever, nobody else would ever do.

I have never regretted it a day in my life.

The elevator doors open with a ding and I find my key, slowly opening the apartment door in hopes that my kids will hear it and crash into my legs once I clear the doorway. However, I’m greeted by fucking mayhem instead. Rocio is sitting in the corner, crying her pretty brown eyes out, and Junior is throwing his Legos at her —
do not ask me why
.

Making my way further into the apartment, I notice Victoria is sprawled out on the sofa, one arm dangling down onto the floor while the other one clutches her phone to her chest.

I rush over to her, complete and total fear washing over me. I worry that she is somehow sick, concussed, or worse. I gently shake her, calling her name, only to hear her moan. It fills me with relief.

My feeling of relief is short lived and anger takes over as she slowly bats her pretty amber eyes, waking up from what I can assume is a goddamn
nap
.

“Los?” she asks, looking slightly confused, her eyes searching mine.

“Are you sick?” I bark. I instantly regret my intensity as she winces.

“No, I was just so tired,” she says groggily. When she yawns, I have to fight my dick from getting hard.

Her pretty mouth is one of her best features, next to her thick Latina ass and thighs.
Christ
, and her tits, real or fake, they have always been fucking mouthwatering. I shake my head, trying to get rid of the lustful thoughts swimming inside of it.

“Tired?” I ask, trying to keep my cock from winning over my brain.

I have to remember to be pissed off. It’s a feat with my sexy as fuck wife lying down right next to my hip.

“What time is it?” she asks, still looking confused and still cute as shit.

“It’s six,
hermosa
,” I say.
Beautiful—
she is beautiful, too.

Always, even when that mouth of hers gets her into trouble.

“
Holy
fucking
goddamned
shit
,” she cries, sitting straight up. All of my anger dissipates at her obvious upset over the time.

“The kids,” she cries.

I shake my head, looking over to where Rocio still sits in the corner, but no longer crying. Junior is pretending as if he has been a good boy playing with Legos.

“How could you sleep like that when you’re here alone with them, Vic? How could you
not
hear them?” I question.

When I do, I watch as her bottom lip trembles and I feel like an ass—but fuck, I’m tired too and no way in hell could I do that.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Carlos,” she says, her voice ragged with emotion.

“You need to be more careful. You need to be vigilant when you’re here alone with them, or you need to hire help,” I lecture. I watch as worry is wiped from her features and red hot, spicy, anger replaces it.

“I don’t need any fucking help, you
pendejo
. My mama raised five of us with no fucking help. I can manage the two I have,” she argues.

As much as I want to rapidly fire back that she’s doing a shit job — since she was asleep and there’s no fucking dinner on the table, I don’t say a word. I just shake my head instead.

“Best go to bed earlier tonight then, I don’t want you too tired to care for our babies,” I offer as she glares at me.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night long, trying to shove your dick into every single one of my orifices on a nightly basis, I wouldn’t be so fucking tired,” she practically growls. Her retort pisses me off.

“You better think about the words you’re saying,
hermosa
,” I warn. She rolls her eyes, pissing me off further.

“Whatever,” she mutters.

She tries to sit up, but I press my chest against hers. I feel her nipples harden beneath her thin tank top and I want nothing more than to show her just how I can fuck every single one of her orifices.

“Keep being a bitch, Victoria, and you’ll give me no choice…” I murmur, pausing to run my nose along the side of hers. My breath hot against her cheek, I continue in a whisper, “but to fuck the bitch out of you.”

Victoria gasps beneath me, but her short breaths speak of her excitement. Her chest is pushing even harder against mine, proving just how much I can affect my bitchy wife. I love it, too.

“I’ll order pizza tonight, but don’t let this shit happen again, Vic,” I warn, grinning before I wink. Standing up, I take my phone out of my pocket to call the pizza place.

Victoria does her best to ignore me as she prepares a simple meal for the kids while we wait for our delivery. I don’t get in her way. I enjoy watching her care for my kids. I’ll jump in and help if I need to, but she’s got this—she’s got everything, and she does it with an ease I can appreciate. Even if she fell asleep earlier, I have to admit, she’s a fantastic mother.

I groan when she bends over in her tight yoga pants to grab plastic cups for the kids out of the bottom drawer.
Christ,
her ass makes my cock rock hard. One glance, that’s all it takes. Even fourteen years later, I’m still hot for my
Chile Pepper
.

When the pizza arrives, I grab myself a beer and a bottle of water for Vic. We eat in silence, neither one of us willing to concede. I’m fairly amused. Vic, however, looks like she’s about to bust out a voodoo doll of me and start poking it with needles.

After I eat, I decide to do something nice for her and I give the kids’ baths before tucking them into bed with a story for each of them. I finish Rocio’s story and tuck her in. Turning to walk out of the room, I notice that Victoria is standing in the doorway with a sweet smile on her full lips.

My beautiful wife.

The love of my life.

The biggest fucking pain in my ass.

I stand in the doorway to our daughter’s room and my heart melts inside of my chest. Carlos is reading her a princess bedtime story and he’s even trying to imitate the cartoon character voices. He sounds horrible, but it doesn’t matter. She’s staring at him in pure rapture, as if she hasn’t heard this same story about five thousand times.

This man turns me to mush. One second he pisses me off to no end, and then, in practically the same breath, he melts me.

Once his story concludes, he stands and turns to me. I suck in a breath when I see the lust that shines in his eyes. You would think, after all of these years, he wouldn’t look at me that way, like he can’t go another minute without being inside of me. I take a step back as he walks through the doorway and gently closes the door behind him.

“You need to get in that bedroom,
hermosa
, and you need to strip down and put that ass in the air,” he mutters as his finger traces the swells of my breasts. My breath hitches at the light strokes.

“The kids…” I begin. In a flash, his fingers tweak my nipple and I let out a low moan at the sensation.

“Are almost in dreamland, my little
Chile Pepper
,” he says, finishing my thought. “Do as I say and I’ll take it easy on you tonight. You tried to get all bitchy with me earlier. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

I let out a ragged breath, my whole body tingling and on edge. I know exactly what he’s planning on doing and I’m already fucking yearning for it. Carlos is my drug of choice, always has been. I will always spread myself open, lie myself down, and arrange myself anyway —
whatsoever
— that he desires.

I run into the bedroom and quickly strip my clothes off. Once I am completely naked, I lie down, my head to the side and on a pillow, my breasts pressed against the mattress, my arms behind me and resting on my lower back, my ass in the air, and my thighs spread as widely as possible.

For Carlos—only for my Los.

I close my eyes and wait.

The door opens and then closes. I hear the lock click into place and I know that it is time.

Time for my punishment.

Time for my joy.

Time for my husband to fuck me.

SLAP

Carlos doesn’t tease. His hand comes down in one swift,
hard
, slap against my ass. He doesn’t pause before he slaps the other cheek, then he starts all over again, slapping my ass five times on each side. It doesn’t hurt
, it never does,
my Los knows what I like and what I want.
No pain, just fun
.