Strike Out: Mustangs Baseball #6 (22 page)

He sat on the edge of the sofa, pulled his other pant leg off then his shirt before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Tricia was right where he’d left her when he returned. He crouched beside her, and though he hated to mess with her picture-perfect pose, he wanted her naked. When he tugged on her shorts, she smiled and straightened her legs, passively aiding him toward his goal.

“Up you go,” he said as he slid an arm beneath her shoulders and lifted.

She was as limp as a noodle, but she managed to raise her arms so he could remove her top. Her bare breasts popped free of the built-in-bra thingy. Bracing her upright with one arm, he leaned in for a taste. In the first real sign of life in her since he’d pushed her off his lap, she wrapped her arm around his head, cradling him to her breast.

Royce amused himself, moving from one breast to the other until her nipples were hard little nubs. Moaning, she stroked her needy mound herself.

“How about we finish this in bed?” With a little help from her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed then stretched out beside her. His cock was ready for action, but he was determined to take it slow this time. To be on the safe side, he rolled on a fresh condom. The last thing he wanted to do was call a time out in the middle of the inning.

He palmed one of her breasts, and she arched her back. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, chuckling as it puckered to a hard point.

She snaked a hand between them. He stopped her before she reached her destination. Guiding her hand up, he pressed it against the mattress above her head.

“Strikeout?”

“What, sweetheart?” He switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.

“You aren’t playing fair.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you want me to last long enough to satisfy you?”

“God yes.”

He loved her throaty reply. “Then keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.”

“Royce?”

He released her breast then tongued her puckered nipple. “Hmm?”

“Stay with me?”

Using a knee to spread her legs, he settled himself above her. The tip of his cock burrowed inside her. He wasn’t going anywhere. “Forever, sweetheart. Forever.”

About the Author

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Best-Selling author Roz Lee has penned over a dozen erotic romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.

Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters (and a new Son-in-law) they couldn’t be more proud of.

Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.

www.RozLee.net

Other Titles by Roz Lee

Mustangs Baseball Series

Inside Heat

Going Deep

Bases Loaded

Switch Hitter

Spring Training

Free Agent

Seasoned Veteran

Lothario Series

The Lust Boat

Show Me the Ropes

Love Me Twice

Four of Hearts

Under the Covers

Also:

Sweet Carolina

Still Taking Chances

Making It on Broadway

The Middlethorpe Chronicles

Hearts on Fire

First Annual BDSM Writers Con Anthology