Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) (15 page)

On our way home, I peak at my rearview mirror and look at my children. Happy, healthy, sleeping children. We have a perfect life. How I thought bringing more babies into this life would be a burden, I do not know. Sure, they’re going to stress us out, but they are also going to bring more love, more happiness, and more joy into our lives than we can ever imagine.

That is worth celebrating.

That is worth smiling about.

That is what this life is all about.

As we park, I look over at Victoria and I smile.

“What are you so happy about?” she asks as she unbuckles her seatbelt.

“Just thinking about fucking you later,” I lie with a grin.

She rolls her eyes and goes to the backseat to take out Junior while I grab Rocio. I don’t know how we will get four children out of the car at the same time, but we will.

Once we are upstairs and we have the kids changed and tucked into their beds, I grab Victoria’s hand and pull her into our bedroom. I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to fuck my wife. I am going to fuck her and I’m going to make her scream my name.

“Los,” she gasps when I yank her skintight jeans off of her legs. I fucking hate these damn jeans. They show off way too much of her delicious fat ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you,
hermosa.
It’s going to be fast and it’s going to be rough,” I announce.

I shiver when her eyes go wide and her mouth opens in a pretty little O. Love that look on my
Chile Pepper
.

“Okay,” she breathes.

I spin her around in my arms and grab a handful of her hair, gently guiding her chest to the mattress. I love fucking her when she’s bent over the bed,
standing
, her ass is in the air. I reach over and grab the small butt plug I know she loves. It has a ring on the end so I can fuck her ass and her pussy at the exact same time.

Gets her off
Every. Single. Time
, like a goddamned rocket.

I guide my cock into her tight wet pussy with one hard thrust. She whimpers beneath me, making me growl. I want to pound into her so hard, she’ll see stars, but I have to hold back. Not only is she pregnant, she’s not ready for
that
rough right now.

I take the plug and the lube I had grabbed and prepare her pretty ass. Once the cool liquid drizzles all over her tight bud, she knows what’s coming and she moans, pushing back on my dick, waiting for me to fill her.

“Stay still,” I order. Her body freezes but I can hear her panting breaths.

I gently slide the plug into her tight ass and grin when I watch goosebumps break out all over her skin. I slowly fuck her ass with the toy, hooking the ring on the end with my finger. I don’t move my hips at all. My cock is still hard as a rock and buried inside of her warm pussy, but right now I’m trying to stay focused on that ass of hers.

“Carlos,” she groans as her legs quiver. She’s getting tired, frustrated, and she’s so fucking wet, it’s all I can do to keep still.

“You ready,
morenita
? You ready for my cock to make you scream?” I ask, closing my eyes and trying to control my own fucking breathing.

“Yes,” she cries out.

I slide one of my hands from her hip and wrap it in her hair, my other hand stays wrapped around her hip. I pull my cock almost completely out of her pussy and then I slam it back inside, hard and fast.

“Fuck,” she cries out, arching her back and pushing her hips into mine.

I can’t control myself, even if I wanted to. It’s all too good, too wet, too tight, and too fucking perfect.

I hold onto my wife’s long hair, I dig my fingers into her slender hip, and I use my hips to slam in and out of her body with as much force as I can without hurting her. I can tell she’s close; she was close just from the ass play, but now she’s whimpering she’s so damn close.

I tell her to play with her clit, I need her to come and fast, but I don’t want to move from where I am. I love where I am, pumping into her body, watching her plugged ass in front of me and pulling her head back with each thrust of my hips.

“I need more,” she mutters.

I know what she needs. She loves it as much as I do. I let her hip go and I push her even more onto the bed with the force of my hips. I reach between her cheeks and hook my finger around the plugs ring. I fuck her ass and her pussy at the same time. She screams seconds later, her fingers working her clit so hard I wonder if she’s hurting herself down there.

I don’t stop, though
.

I can’t.

I won’t.

I fuck her until I empty my come deep inside of her body.

When I’m spent, I don’t lay myself against her back like I want to. Instead, I pull out of her pussy and take the toy out of her ass. I crawl onto the middle of the bed and pull her body against mine. She’s panting, her body searching for air, and I chuckle.

“You okay?” I ask a few moments later. She nods.

“Carlos, you are a fucking wild man,” she murmurs as she places a kiss on my chest.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I grunt.

“
Te amo
,” she whispers as her eyes flutter closed –
I love you
.

Fuck, and I love her too, more than she will ever know.

“
Te amo
,
hermosa
.”

M
OVING DAY.

Hell
.

Our new townhouse closed in a fifteen day escrow.
Crazy fast
. I was not prepared and Carlos shrugged it off like it was no big deal.
We would hire movers and all would be peachy fucking cream
. He didn’t do the math.

Fifteen days has come and gone and Carlos is in Florida at spring training while I supervise a house full of brawny moving men. The view is spectacular. The stress, not so much.

My mother-in-law screamed at Carlos for over an hour about putting too much stress on the babies, since he was going to be gone. She thinks I shouldn’t be doing anything while I’m pregnant and, for once, I kind of agree.

This is my last pregnancy. I want to lie around while Los feeds me grapes and chocolate ice cream. I do not want to supervise a move by myself and then unpack while he’s gone.

Luckily, my in-laws took the kids for the entire week and my girls and the moving company are going to help me unpack. Normally, I wouldn’t let a damn person touch my shit, but I’m pregnant with freaking twins and I’m too exhausted to care if some hunky guy puts my coffee mugs in the wrong cabinet.

“Are you going to survive this?” Libby asks as she tucks her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

It’s still a shock sometimes for me to even see her in jeans.
I love it.

“You mean the sausage fest happening in my living room? Yeah, I think I’ll cope.” I smile, giving her a sideways glance.

“They’re fucking hot, right?” Amalie asks, sliding up on my other side.

“They’re children, ladies,” Maggie says feigning shock at our conversation.

She’s right, the movers are probably all of twenty-one, but they are built like brick shit houses.

“Built as hell children,” Libby says. Maggie groans, rolling her eyes. “What, I can’t have masturbation material? Only men get spank banks? That’s sexist bullshit,” she pipes up, too loudly.

One of the guys turns around and gives her a once over and a knowing smile.

“Pete’s gonna spank your ass,” I point out, rubbing my swollen belly.

Swear to Jesus I’m going to be gigantic by the time these babies make their way into the world.

“Probably.” She shrugs and smiles at the mover before turning to me with narrowed eyes. “You know Carlos is a douchebag, right? Who leaves his wife to move during spring training? I mean, are you fucking kidding me?”

I nod in agreement. It was douchey, but we needed to move. I want to have everything moved in as soon as possible so that I can prep the babies’ room. I want to be extra ready. The likelihood of me making it to my delivery date is microscopic.

“It’s either now or at the beginning of the season and you know what that’s like. I have help, he didn’t leave me completely alone.” I shrug and Libby looks at me in surprise.

“You’re much calmer than I thought you would be,” she says, chewing her bottom lip.

“I’m just tired and I’m ready to be done and in the townhouse.” I grin and turn back to watch the eye candy that Carlos so generously provided.

Amalie, Maggie, Libby and I work well into the evening. We are forced to stop when they have to go pick up their children for the night. I appreciate their help and the fact that they took time away from their babies for
me
. My cell phone rings in my hand just as I sit down to begin unpacking my lingerie. No way was I letting the hot beefy movers touch my panties.

“Hello,” I say distractedly, holding up my favorite panties... panties I may never wear again if my ass doesn’t shrink down at least three times the size it is now.

“How was the move,
hermosa
?” Carlos asks.

I close my eyes, letting his smooth voice wash over me. I missed him today. I missed the way he usually handles things like this for me.

“It was good. The movers did all of the hard work and they’ll be back tomorrow to unpack the living spaces,” I say, no way could I let them unpack the bedrooms, no way in hell.

“They were respectful to you?”

“They were. They were just some punk ass kids, Los. Nothing to worry about,” I say, thinking back to the hottie muscle bound men that were in my home hours ago.

“Yeah, I heard
all
about them,
morenita.
” He grunts and I can’t help the smile that plays on my lips. Jealous ass.

“You hired them, not me,” I say in my defense.

Carlos doesn’t reply with anything but another grunt. I laugh as I fill my dresser drawers with my bras and panties.

“You’re okay, though? I’ve been worried,” he confesses.

I smile, though I know he can’t see me. I still love the fact that he’s worried, it makes me feel loved. I thought that things would go back to the way they were, comfortable but routine; I was not prepared for the new Carlos — my high school version of Carlos to stay.

“I’m all right. The girls were here the whole time and they helped me as much as they could. I’m just unpacking my lingerie now.”

“Don’t tell me shit like that when I can’t fuck you,” he grumbles. I laugh a little more.

I love this man.

This
horny
man.

This unbelievably sweet man.

“Get some rest. I don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he murmurs. I agree; I’m exhausted.

“Okay, Los, I’m just going to take a quick shower and crawl into bed. I have an early morning.”

Carlos and I hang up. I shower quickly and slip into bed seconds before my eyes flutter closed.