Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains (Victoria and Elijah) novel Chapter 172

Come On My Fingers

Victoria’s POV

Cool night air drifted across my skin as everyone gathered on the wooden deck behind the cabin.

Lanterns hung from the pine branches overhead, casting a warm glow across the floorboards.

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Someone had connected a portable speaker, and upbeat music filled the space as everyone laughed, drank, and finally loosened up after the tension of the morning.

In the middle of the deck, Jace and Fallon had somehow decided they were the main event.

Neither of them could dance to save their lives, but that didn’t stop them. They threw themselves into ridiculous moves, laughing too hard to care how they looked.

Fallon doubled over laughing as Jace caught her wrist and attempted to spin her beneath his arm.

She nearly stumbled into him, and the whole group burst out laughing.

Right on cue, the song slowed into a teasing pause, the lyrics setting up the perfect moment for a kiss.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Miles started shouting from the sidelines, clapping his hands in time with the track.

Nate jumped in a second later, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.

“Come on, Jace! Don’t be a coward! Kiss her!”

Within seconds, Natasha, Coach, and the rest of the team joined the chant, stomping their boots against the deck planks until the whole frame shuddered.

Fallon’s face flushed bright red, but Jace just grinned, leaning down to press a quick, playful kiss to her lips.

The deck exploded into wild cheers and whistles. Nate threw his hands in the air like he had personally won a medal, and Fallon hid her blushing face against Jace’s chest as he pulled her back up.

Farther back in the shadows, tucked into a deep wicker couch away from the main cluster of people, Elijah and I sat close together, watching the scene unfold with soft smiles on our lips.

I was sipping from a cup of iced water, leaning back into his side.

His arm was stretched across the top of the cushions behind me, but his long fingers slowly drifted down. sliding over the exposed skin of my thigh where my denim shorts ended.

His dark eyes found mine beneath the string lights, amusement flickering across his face.

“You want to show them how it’s done?” he asked, his voice low enough that I almost had to lean closer to hear

him over the music.

I looked at him, biting my bottom lip as I considered it.

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Elijah’s hand tightened on my thigh. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to my mouth, and used his thumb to gently pry my bottom lip out from between my teeth.

“I’ve told you about biting your bottom lip around me, baby girl,” he warned.

I swallowed, my pulse taking a sudden leap into my throat. I knew the answer, but the heat in his eyes made me ask anyway.

“Why?”

His eyes darkened, the pupils blowing wide. His lips hovered just above mine, close enough that I could feel his breath.

“You really want me to answer that? Because there are about two different ways I could show you what happens, sweetheart… here on this couch where everyone can see, or back upstairs in our bed.”

The blatant sexual promise in his tone made my skin prickle. My cheeks were burning, but the heat wasn’t just in my face.

Between my legs, I felt a heavy, throbbing warmth. My cunt was aching, already slick and longing for him.

“Elijah, stop,” I gasped quietly, placing a palm against his chest to push him back slightly, though my strength was practically non–existent.

He didn’t budge. Instead, his fingers began to slide up my thigh, slowly inching higher under the hem of my dress, tracing a line straight toward the lace of my panties.

My breath caught in my throat.

He pushed aside the thin fabric, resting the tip of one finger right against my core, and a quiet, shuddering moan slipped past my lips before I could catch it.

“You’re wet already,” he whispered darkly, his tone rough and satisfied.

He moved his finger in slow, deliberate strokes, keeping the motion steady enough to leave me breathless.

My knuckles turned white against his chest as I tried to keep my body still, my hips instinctively arching into his touch despite the fact that our friends were standing just twenty feet away.

“Hey! Victoria! Elijah! Come on, get over here and dance!” Adele’s voice suddenly called out across the deck.

She wasn’t looking directly at us–she was just waving her arms casually as the rest of the group started moving toward the center of the patio to form a loose dance circle.

Panicked, I tried to pull back, my eyes wide.

“Elijah… Adele just called us… we should go….”

“No,” Elijah murmured against my ear, his thumb caressing my hip as his finger kept up its slow, deep slide. “We’re staying right here until you come on my fingers.”

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“Elijah, please-

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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Miles break away from the crowd and stroll toward us, a red cup in his hand and a wide, innocent grin on his face.

He probably thought we were just sitting off to the side, enjoying the music in the dark.

“What’s up, guys?” Miles called out, taking another slow step toward our shadowed couch. “You guys hiding back here like old people.”

Absolute panic flared through my chest. Miles was 18 steps away.

“Miles is coming!” I hissed, my eyes wide with terror and pleasure.

Elijah didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he increased the pace, his finger working me with a relentless, driving precision.

He stared directly into my eyes, his expression calm and dominant, silently telling me to handle it.

“He’s going to see…”

“Let him,” Elijah growled softly, completely unbothered. He didn’t even look at Miles.

His eyes remained locked on my face, watching every tiny shift in my expression as his hand moved faster, driving me directly over the cliff.

“Focus on me, Baby. Right here. Give it to me.”

I tried to keep my face neutral, but as he continued to pump his finger, the pleasure became too much to

hide.

I gripped his shoulder, my nails digging into his shirt. I was right on the edge, the tension building until it was

unbearable.

Just as Miles stepped within a few feet of us, the peak hit. I clamped down on his finger, my internal muscles pulsing in tight, desperate spasms.

I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming, my body shuddering as I came, the orgasm rolling through me in heavy waves.

Elijah held me tight against his chest with his free arm, his fingers working through the peak of the release until I went completely limp against him.

My breathing was still uneven, my skin warm and sensitive from the moment before.

I barely had time to gather myself before Miles reached the edge of the couch, his brow furrowing as his suspicious gaze moved between us.

I quickly turned my head away, staring intensely at a random tree to hide the flushed, glazed look of satisfaction on my face.

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