King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 53

“Please book your air travel for all the away games for the rest of the season and use my credit card. I want to know you’re going to be with me.”

“I’ll do that right now.” It’s a little thing to help make him happy. “The game is on soon.”

“I only want to be with you tonight. No game. I’ll be back at the stadium tomorrow.” His eyes are shiny, “Sherry, you make me happier than I’ve ever been. Nobody has ever offered me anything that means so much to me. We’ll talk about it together closer to the right time. Joint effort, my queen. We’re a team.” He holds me close and I feel his heart beating.

I turn on the radio and open my laptop to schedule my flights. The sexy sultry sound of “Let’s Hurt Tonight” by OneRepublic fills the room and Rick’s at my back watching me schedule my air travel. He’s listening to the music and wraps his arms around me as he kisses my neck. The lyrics are on the nose for the conversation we’re having.

“Let’s stay in tonight,” he whispers in my ear.

I can’t think of anything better, “Perfect.” I smile at him. “I’ll make dinner.”

“No, let’s order in. I want you and no distractions tonight. I need to be at the stadium early tomorrow. It’s the last night.”

“It’s not the last night, my king. I’ll be with you every night, wherever you are, baseball or not. I can’t wait to get out there and cheer for you tomorrow. I’ll drop you off and come back early for batting practice in your car, so I’ll be in the garage waiting for you to drive me home after the game.”

“How are you so perfect?” He keeps kissing my neck.

I giggle, “I’m excited to get to go to the different stadiums. We’re going to be on an adventure together.”

“It’s work for me.”

“I know you have to be at practice and work out and play games, but maybe I can make it more fun.”

“It’ll definitely be better with you. I like quiet time between games, holding you will make that better.”

“I was thinking about all the elevators.” I bite my lower lip and grin deviously. “I’m going to start a travel diary with a map, so I can keep track of the elevators you pull the stop on and the elevators we have sex on and the elevators that don’t see any action. Maybe a special section for sex outdoors. You know, on the beach or in the park.”

Rick’s gaze is heated, “…and in the car.”

“Maybe we should start a selfie collection. Pictures of us together in every city we visit or in the shower of every hotel room we stay in, or maybe the bed.” I grin at him suggestively.

“Are you done booking your flights?”

“Yes. Emailing you my confirmations, so you have my flight info.” I turn to him and he’s looking at his phone. “Are you checking my work? Did I spend too much?”

Rick rolls his eyes, “I’m not looking at my email. I don’t care how much you spent.” He seems distracted. “I’m looking at the selfies from this morning.”

“Oh! Send them all to me, selfie master.”

“All of them? I took quite a few.”

“All of them.” My phone starts vibrating with pictures coming in. I hear it buzzing wherever I left it last night and go searching for it, following the sound. I find my phone and it finally stops vibrating with messages.

“Check out this video I have.” Rick calls out to me.

I find him sitting on the love seat and stand behind him to watch over his shoulder. He plays the video of him kissing me at the first base wall the day I went to tell him I love him, but it’s so much more. Somebody has edited it together with me on the big screen when he sent me his bag with his glove and him watching me, him kissing me when it was on the big screen in Colorado when Hannah was interviewing him, him pointing at me from the field a handful of times, him carrying me through the hotel lobby, us holding hands through the net, us kissing in the dugout, us walking across the field to the bull pen holding hands—all set to “Thinking Out Loud.” It’s absolutely perfect. Rick looks back at me, “Are you okay? Come here, baby.” I realize I’m crying as I sit in his lap and he embraces me.

“I’m fine,” I say as I wipe my tears away. “Its perfect.” I’ll do a test in the morning to check because I’m so emotional, I think to myself as I hear Sam in my head. “Who made that?”

“I don’t know. Cross sent it to me. He’s missing me this week.” Rick chuckles and kisses my cheek. “He might be jealous.”

“Tough luck for him because he can’t have you!” I laugh and claim Rick’s mouth as I change my position and press my naked breasts against him, straddling his lap. Rick groans appreciatively and takes control, lifting me with him as he stands. I wrap my legs around him while he kisses me. “I need you, my king.”

“I need you, too. We’re in the same place and want the same things, so no more freaking out, okay?” He puts his forehead to mine and gazes into my eyes, while he carries me to the bedroom.

“I can’t promise to not freak out, but I can promise not to leave.” I say, knowing I have no control.

“I’ll take it.” Rick takes a deep breath, “How about we keep everything the way it is right now until the end of the season? I need to work on keeping my head straight and not getting suspended. Me and you in a monogamous relationship, living together, spending time together, traveling together, and sharing expenses until you let me pay for everything. Big decisions and next steps all on hold. Two months or so of status quo.”

“Okay,” I