Playing with Fire - A Sports Romance (20 page)

“Not his scene,” she says. “Besides, he probably would have invited himself to stay in the spare room.”

I grimace. “That wouldn't be good.”

“Tell me about it. Now, yes or no? Marco's or not?”

“We better. Otherwise he might come to Arizona to visit.”

Frankie kisses my throat and runs her tongue along my jaw. “Bianca will be here this afternoon to clean up the kitchen.”

“Is it bad?” I ask.

“It's a wreck. That's what we get for having a party here.”

An engagement party. Our closest friends were here late into the night celebrating with us. Mitch served as bartender. Vinny and Jen made polite conversation. The newlyweds, Matt and Ellen Cromwell, came in beaming as Ellen’s rounded belly peeked out under her coat. Ramon brought Emily, and they sat in the corner playing tonsil hockey for a good chunk of the night. The only ones missing were Vivian and Lee.

“We should probably help Bianca out a little,” I suggest.

Frankie slides the other shoulder of her robe off and grins at me. “I was thinking we could do something else.”

I raise my eyebrow at her and smile. Before she can move, I sweep her up into my arms and carry her to our bed. I set her down and lower myself down beside her. Her ring catches my eye. I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles, then admire the sparkling stone.

“I was thinking mid-October,” I say as I nudge the platinum band.

“You don't want to elope?”

“You don't want to be a princess?” I ask with a laugh. “Every little girl’s dream, right? White dress, tiara, a thousand people invited?”

“Hmm.” Frankie kisses the tip of my nose. “Not every girl’s dream.”

“No?”

“White dress, small wedding. Less than one hundred.”

“No tiara?” I laugh at the look she gives me.

“Why be a princess when you can be a queen?”

“You be my queen, I'll be your king.” I peel back her robe, inch by inch, and cover her skin with kisses. I tease her navel with my tongue, and my cock twitches as she giggles. “So, not October?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her hips and lay my head on her belly. “The season will be over.”

“Well…” There's a pause, but I don't rush her. Because I'm in heaven with her here. “I love fall colors. It would be absolutely beautiful. But…”

“But what?”

“I was thinking December.”

“A Christmas wedding?”

Frankie pulls me to her. “Earlier than that. Right after the Series. I think you’ll make it this year.”

I grin up at her. “You think so, huh?”

“Of course. This is our year, baby.”

She pushes me down onto the bed and crawls on top of me. Her robe falls to the floor and reveals sexy lace panties and bare skin. Her golden-blonde hair falls in messy waves around her shoulders, teasing her nipples so they’re hard and waiting for me. Frankie touches two fingers to her lips, then places them on my bullet wound. There's something so sensual about this new little ritual of hers, watching her perky breasts smile down on me as she caresses my scar. She reaches beneath her and peels my shorts back, freeing my cock. It springs free, and Frankie licks my swollen length as she pulls my shorts off and tosses them aside.

With a kiss to my bullet wound and a lick to the scar across my stomach and chest, Frankie climbs on top of me again. I guide my tip between her folds, then suck one nipple into my mouth as she slides down my length.

“Oh, doll, you're so wet and ready.”

“Ready for you, baby. Only for you.”

L
ydia De Luca
has been an avid reader her whole life, but a couple years ago she had a dream that she just couldn't forget. She cultivated the dream into a new obsession and began writing, which became a dream of a different sort. Lydia is thrilled to be able to share her passion with her readers. As an accountant and author, she slings numbers by day and words by night. She's also a wife and a mother of two amazing little boys.
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F
irst and foremost
, I want to thank you, dear reader, for picking up this book and giving me a chance. It means the world to me, and I hope you loved reading Playing with Fire as much as I loved writing it.

I
also want
to thank the following people:

R
obb - for answering
all my baseball questions. You helped me figure out where I was going.

Bunny - for getting married, and for introducing me to your friend. PWF wouldn't exist if you hadn't.

Tricia and Winter, and the rest of the team at Prism Heart Press - thank you so, so much for giving me a chance.

Emily C., Stormy, Emily W., Jaimee, Alex, Angie, and Linda - Thanks for letting me talk to you about my dream and for all the words of encouragement, advice, and criticism. I love you girls! You're the best!

And last but not least - A huge thank you to my boys, Jer, Isaac and Eli, for putting up with me and allowing me to do this. I love you to a million!