Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains novel Chapter 31

Victoria’s POV

“Don’t go,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.

His breath was hot against my neck, a heavy mix of top–shelf whiskey, faint wintergreen mint, and cigarette smoke.

It should have been repulsive. I should have turned my nose up at it. But instead, it acted like a direct narcotic to my brain. It was a sick, intoxicating turn–on.

If Caleb’s hot–and–cold routine was making me crazy, Elijah was turning me into a complete psycho.

Why on earth was I finding the smell of vice and liquor so deeply arousing?

“I love the feeling of your body on mine,” he growled, his large hand sliding up my back, his long fingers tangling into the strands of my hair to tilt my head back.

I let out a shaky breath, instinctively trying to turn my face away from his intense gaze.

I squeezed my eyes shut, a small, bitter line forming between my brows as I shook my head against his hand.

I couldn’t handle him looking at me like that when I felt so incredibly plain, so entirely unworthy of that kind of hunger. It felt like a cruel trick, even if he didn’t mean it to be. Elijah noticed the shift instantly. His fingers tightened gently in my hair, his thumb coming up to catch my chin and forcing my face back up to his.

The lazy, drunken haze in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce seriousness that pinned me to his chest.

“Look at me, Victoria,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a deeper, raw register that made my chest ache.

“Stop hiding from me. I mean it. You are gorgeous.”

This time, the raw conviction in his voice broke through my defenses. I believed him.

A hot, stinging tear slipped from the corner of my eye, wet against my cheek.

“Wh… why do you think so?” I whispered, hatefully vulnerable.

He let out a low chuckle, a sound that vibrated directly against my chest.

“Think?”

In one smooth, heavy motion, he rolled his hips, flipping our positions so effortlessly that my head barely had time to register the shift before I was flat on my back against the pillows, and his massive frame was looming directly over me.

His heavy thighs slotted perfectly between mine, and I could feel the massive, thick

Between My Legs

ridge of his hard dick rubbing directly against my aching, wet pussy through our layers of clothing.

! let out a soft, broken gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as the friction sent a white–hot spark straight to my core.

“Elijah…”

“I don’t think you’re beautiful, Tori. You just are,” he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on

mine.

His eyes tracked the way my lips had parted, thirsty for his mouth.

He reached up, his knuckles brushing against my cheek as his fingers gently hooked around the frames of my glasses, sliding them off my face and setting them blindly on the nightstand.

He leaned in closer, staring intensely into my face without the barrier of the lenses. “I love how innocent you look behind those frames, but without them… your eyes are incredible. They’re this deep, startling shade of sapphire that completely cuts right through me. You have the prettiest face, Victoria, framed by all this soft brown hair, but it’s these lips…”

His gaze dropped, his thumb coming up to trace my unconsciously parted bottom lip. “…and the fire you’re hiding underneath it all that drives me crazy. I see the heat in you. And I want to be the one who unlocks it. I want to watch you burn wild.”

His words were raw, visceral, and completely stripped of any filter.

As he spoke, he began to slowly slide his hips down, deliberately grinding the heavy, thick length of his dick right against my aching center.

The pressure was agonizingly perfect.

I arched my back slightly, an unholy whimper escaping my throat as the friction sent a heavy, liquid pulse of arousal straight down my spine.

I was completely consumed.

Elijah was drunk enough to lose his restraint, and it made him incredibly predatory. He leaned down, his mouth finally capturing mine in a deep kiss.

His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting heavily of alcohol and mint, demanding a `response.

I met his tongue with my own, my hands moving up to grip the damp muscles of his shoulders, pulling him down harder against me.

His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of my waist, sliding down to squeeze my ass through my shorts, lifting my hips so he could grind harder against my soaking

wetness.

Between My Legs

Every touch felt electric, hot, and heavy.

Slowly, his mouth left mine, tracing a path of burning kisses down my jawline, over the sensitive skin of my throat, and down to the collar of my shirt.

He pulled the fabric down, his teeth lightly grazing my shoulder before his head moved lower.

The tip of his nose trailed down my stomach until he stopped right at the elastic waistband of my underwear, his hot breath billowing against the exposed skin of my lower belly.

He looked up at me from between my legs, his dark eyes asking for the final permission to strip me bare.

“Can I?” he rasped.

My cunt was literally throbbing, slick and soaking wet, practically begging for his touch.

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head against the pillow, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

But instead of pulling my underwear down, Elijah suddenly stopped.

A smirk spread across his lips as he slowly leaned back, resting his forearms on either side of my waist, looking down at me with a lazy, challenging glint in his eyes.

“Our contract doesn’t say anything about intimacy, Victoria,” he pointed out, his voice smooth and dripping with irony.

I felt a sudden, burning flush of intense embarrassment hit my cheeks.

He was repeating the exact words I had thrown in his face weeks ago when he had tried to kiss me.

I immediately snapped my head to the side, refusing to look at him as my face burned with humiliation.

I tried to pull my legs together, but his thighs were locking mine open. He let out a low, amused chuckle at my reaction.

“Maybe… maybe we can revise the contract,” I blurted out, the words leaving my mouth before my brain could even stop them.

The second the sentence hung in the air, I wanted to choke. It sounded incredibly desperate, completely revealing how badly I wanted him inside me.

“I… I mean, I didn’t mean it like-”

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