Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) by Hayley Faiman Page B

every time he slams his cock inside of me. He stretches and fills me like no other man could ever do.
    “Am I your man?” he asks.
    The familiar question makes me moan. He will always be my man and I will always be his woman.
    “ Yes ,” I hiss as his thumb presses against my clit. I can feel my thighs quake as he continues to slam in and out of me.
    “Whose pussy is this, Amalie?” he grunts.
    I watch sweat drip down his chest. I am climbing higher and higher, about to explode, when he suddenly stops—his cock deep inside of me and his body looming over mine.
    “ Yours ,” I cry out in frustration.
    “Fuck yeah, it is,” he grinds out before he starts to literally fuck the breath out of me.
    My breasts are bouncing with each thrust of his hips, each surge of his cock inside of me. His fingers pinch my clit and I come, my back arching off of the bed and my scream filling the room.
    “Fuck, yes ,” Jarrod growls as he stills above me and fills my body with his release.
    “I love you, smuk ,” he murmurs after he collapses over me, his face nuzzling my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist and gently run my fingers up and down his back.
    “I love you too,” I whisper, enjoying his heavy body surrounding mine.
    “We got that thing tomorrow night for Paul and David?” he asks, slowly sliding out of me. Immediately, I miss his cock and I wish we had time for round two. “Later,” he grunts with a knowing look and a smile. I roll my eyes before answering his first question.
    “Yes, the adoption shower is tomorrow night,” I say with a smile, grabbing my panties from the floor and sliding them up my legs.
    Jarrod wraps his hand around my belly and gently strokes the soft skin there. I wish it were firmer, but two babies have been housed there. Unless I undergo plastic surgery, I have a feeling it will forever be soft.
    “You ever think about having another one?” he asks. I turn to face him.
    “Clara isn’t even potty trained yet, Jarrod,” I point out. He shrugs as his response.
    “Love our white haired babies, Amalie. I want a whole house full. And I love how you look pregnant with my baby,” he confesses. I smirk. This man is my undoing.
    “You love how horny I am when I am pregnant,” I say. He shrugs once more before turning me around and grabbing a handful of my ass.
    “I love you no matter what you look like, pregnant, not pregnant. I don’t give a fuck. I want you to be happy, baby, and nothing can replace the look of pure bliss on your face when you’re pregnant. I’ve witnessed it twice and I know you’re happiest carrying my baby safely into this world,” he says, blowing me away. I blink away the tears from his sweet words.
    “You’re a caveman. You just want me pregnant so that everybody knows I’m yours,” I say, trying to get away from all of his sweet talk.
    “Fuck yeah, I’m a caveman. My ring on your finger proves you’re mine, I don’t need you fat with my baby to do that. Love putting my babies inside of you, smuk . Think about it. I’m ready when you are,” he grins and winks before turning to leave me alone in our room— effectively speechless.
    That man is infuriatingly wonderful.
    I smile as I get dressed. Now he has me thinking about more children. I don’t know why I just assumed we would be finished after having both a boy and a girl, but now that the thought is planted in my brain, I am excited. I am sure I want more children. More love in this house will never be a burden. I have love to share with as many children as we are blessed with.
    I walk over to my nightstand and pull out my birth control pills. I turn the little disk over a few times in my hands before I open them and look at the contents. My Jarrod wants another baby; he wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t ready for more. I sigh and run over to the toilet before I change my mind. I empty the packet of pills and flush them down before I throw the container away.

    Paul and David smile