Chapter 27
Walker
My want for Farrah was visceral. My need for her was dangerous—total and unrelenting, like once I gave in, there would be no pulling myself back.
And right now, I didn’t fucking want to.
I lifted my hands to hold her gorgeous face between them.
My eyes searched hers, our gazes colliding with a burning intensity, and in that moment, I saw forever reflected back at me.
I crashed my mouth to hers, lifting her off the couch, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her toward my bedroom.
I lay her down on my bed and took a moment to take her in.
Her long blonde strands splayed out around her, jade eyes shining up at me with all the trust in the world.
Her loose crop top revealed a sliver of soft golden skin I planned to taste, and black yoga pants hugged her in all the right places.
All the places I planned to take my time exploring.
This moment—right here. I’d dreamt about it for the last nine fucking years. And it was finally happening.
I hovered over her and took her mouth again before I trailed a path of soft kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.
Soft sighs escaped Farrah's lips as I continued my descent down her body.
I kissed, I licked, I sucked my way down, dragging her yoga pants and panties down with me.
She leaned up and pulled her shirt up over her head, leaving her in a navy-blue lace bra that made my mouth water.
Distracted, I abandoned my original plan and placed my mouth over the thin lace.
Farrah dropped her head back on a moan as I pulled down her bra and sucked one breast into my mouth.
After giving her perfect tits the proper attention, I returned to what I was previously doing.
Settling myself between her thighs, I licked my way up her inner thigh, causing Farrah to writhe beneath me. I loved how reactive she was to me. My quiet girl was anything but behind closed doors.
"Walker," she sighed as I continued my slow, torturous approach toward her center.
"What, baby?" I asked innocently as I continued to suck and tease everywhere but where I knew she wanted me.
Her hands gripped my hair and yanked me to her soaked pussy. "You know what I want."
I chuckled against her core before pulling away. "In the spirit of us learning how to voice what we want… I'm going to need you to tell me what you want, Wildflower."
Farrah leaned up on her elbows, glaring down at me. "Has anyone ever told you you're a smug asshole, Ace?"
I shrugged. "Once or twice."
She rolled her eyes before grabbing my head again and shoving it back down, "Make better use of your mouth and get to work, I want you to make me come on your tongue."
Well fuck me.
Now I was painfully hard at her smart mouth, but I did as I was told and got to work.
It didn't take long; I had Farrah coming undone within minutes, screaming my name.
Which only made me harder.
I climbed back up her sated body and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Now I need to be inside you, baby."
Farrah had a lazy grin on her face as she reached between us and stroked me slowly. "I forgot how big you are."
"Yeah? Well, you deep-throated me the other night without issue," I teased as I bit at her plump bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth.
She slipped her hand into my shorts, causing my head to drop forward—it felt so fucking good to be touched by her again. "I'm on the pill. I don't want to use a condom." Her jade eyes searched mine as if asking for permission.
I nodded as she began tugging my shorts and my boxer briefs down my legs. I lay down on the bed beside her and pulled her on top of me. "You set the pace, Wildflower. I want to watch you take what you want."
She smirked as she slowly began to sink down on my cock.
Her head fell back on a soft moan, my eyes closed at the intense sensation, and with every inch she took, our combined sounds of pleasure filled the room.
Once Farrah adjusted, she began to move, and it felt fucking incredible.
I was gripping her hips so hard, I was sure I was leaving marks, but I didn’t fucking care.
I just kept guiding her up and down my shaft, trying to pull as many sounds from her as I could.
I leaned forward, tongue teasing her nipple before pulling her breast into my mouth.
She angled herself so her clit rubbed against me just right, causing her pussy to clamp down on my cock.
She was getting close, I could feel it. I moved my hands from her hips to her ass, spreading them slightly so I could dip a finger inside.
That sent her over the edge, her entire body shuddering as she screamed, "Fuck, Ace!”
And those words had never sounded sweeter.
I let her ride out her orgasm before I positioned her on her side. I held one of her long legs up, straddled myself over the other, and slammed right back into her. I used the leg I was holding as an anchor as I rocked into her at a punishing pace. But Farrah fucking loved it rough.
Well, it’s good to see she still does.
I could feel my orgasm building at the same time I could feel her getting closer.
I dropped my other hand to her clit, applying the right amount of pressure in small, tight circles, making her lose her mind.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and soon, we both let go.
Shattering around each other, yet still pulling every bit of pleasure we could.
When we both finally came down, I pulled her into me and kissed the top of her head.
Farrah snuggled beneath my chin. "So. That's what I've been missing all these years."
I chuckled, stroking her hair. "The feeling is mutual, Wildflower."
Lying with Farrah in my bed after finally having her again felt surreal. I didn’t think we’d ever get here again.
She glanced up at me. “Can I ask you something?”
I nodded, eyes closing as I continued to stroke her hair, her head resting on my chest.
“What’s that room in your house for?” she asked softly. “The one with the desk, the bookshelves with all of those design magazines and architecture journals, the pinboard…” Her voice trailed off.
I opened my eyes. “Truthfully? That room was for you. After I closed on the house, I planned to ask you to design it—after I told you how I felt about you. I wanted it to be a workspace for you, something you could make your own. I wanted to surprise you, so you knew that house was as much yours as it was mine.”
I rubbed my chest, the old ache surfacing. “When I found out about your engagement, I didn’t have the heart to remove anything from that room. I just closed the door. You’re the only person who’s opened it since.”
Farrah was quiet. Processing. When she looked back up at me, her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
“I’m so sorry, Walker.” She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “It hurts to know how much I hurt you because I let my fears dominate my life. But if none of this had happened… I wouldn’t have Hadley, you know?”
I cupped her face gently. “I’m not telling you all this to make you feel bad.
Everything happened the way it was supposed to.
We both needed to grow up. To go out into the world, make our own mistakes.
We’d always had each other to shield us from the hard parts of life.
Sometimes you need to sit in it to learn who you are and what you’re capable of. ”
She settled back against me. “When did you become so wise, Ace?”
I chuckled. “Survival will do that to you.”
Because surviving was all I’d done since Farrah had walked out of my life.
After another round of mind-blowing sex, I asked Farrah if she wanted to go with me to watch the guys play—the Austin Aviators were playing Tampa tonight.
Normally, I'd be in the dugout with the guys.
But with Farrah's unexpected—and very much welcomed—arrival, I wanted her next to me.
Where I could see her reactions, hear her laugh.
Where she felt like mine. Sitting behind home plate meant cameras, sure, but I didn't give a shit.
If the world was going to watch me, they were going to see her with me.
I was down in our seats, scrolling through my phone, waiting for Farrah while she stopped by the pro shop to grab something for Hadley.
I lifted my head once I heard footsteps approach and about dropped my phone when Farrah appeared in front of me, draped in my jersey.
She smiled as she did a little twirl. "You like it? "
I slowly nodded as my eyes traced down her body. She wore a tight white tank top tucked into her jeans—that might as well have been painted on—with a navy-blue Aviators jersey unbuttoned and hanging off her shoulders. Seeing my name and my number on her back again did something to me.
It always had.
Farrah settled into the seat beside me and handed me a bag of popcorn she pulled out of nowhere, along with what seemed like one of everything from the concessions.
I chuckled. "How long do you think this game is?"
"Always got to be prepared, Ace. I stress eat, remember?"
We had a blast. The game was a close one, with several home runs on both sides, which brought out the feral side of Farrah. I forgot how competitive and into baseball she was. In the end, the Aviators got the win, and I got to watch my girl have the time of her life.
We were walking down the street, headed to one of the bars close to the field that the team frequented after home games— Cohen, Drake, Beckham, Maddox, and Shane were all planning to meet up with us.
I caught a glimpse of paparazzi following us and snapping pictures, so I wrapped my arm around Farrah and ushered her into the bar.
We had a private sectioned-off area for our team only, which I led Farrah towards.
"Sorry about all the cameras. It’s usually only bad on game days. "
Farrah settled on one of the couches and smiled. "It's fine. I have to get used to it, right?"
Those words meant more to me than she knew. I grinned before leaning down and placing a kiss against her lips. "That's right, baby."
Farrah was sipping on her tequila soda, taking in the bar before turning her attention back to me. "So. Tell me. Why did you keep your number when you went pro?"
Another question I’d known would eventually surface.
I took a long pull from my beer and laid my arm on the back of the couch behind her.
I played with the ends of her hair a moment before answering.
"That number had been my number since the beginning. There’s a lot of meaning behind it, with one of the reasons, as you know, being your birthday.
" I watched as my fingers slid in and around her golden strands.
"It was the last thing I had left of you. "
Farrah laid her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. She looked into my eyes, hers full of so much love and sadness. She leaned in and kissed me. "I don't know if you realize this, but you're incredibly romantic, Ace." She threw me a wink.
I pressed a quick kiss against her lips. "Shh… don't tell anyone," I whispered against her mouth.
"Well, look at you two love birds. I never thought I'd see the day. Farrah in the flesh!" Cohen said as he strode in, interrupting our conversation.
Farrah and I stood up to greet the guys. After we all shook hands and slapped each other on the back, I introduced them all to Farrah.
"Seriously, though, Farrah. It’s really good to meet you, and for this guy's mental stability," Cohen pointed a thumb over his shoulder at me, "I'm really glad you guys are back together."
Note to self: probably should ask Farrah to be my girlfriend again.
The comment from Cohen didn't seem to faze Farrah, and they fell into easy conversation. Watching her laugh with the guys—comfortable, confident, unbothered—I realized how easily she belonged here. How she always had.
“You actually watch the games?” Beckham asked, surprised.
Farrah lifted her drink. “My little brother is the first baseman for Chicago, and growing up with this guy…" She tipped her head in my direction. "Baseball was a big part of my life."
Beckham's mouth hung open as he turned his attention to me. "Dude, you never said her brother was Nate King."
I shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Beckham rolled his eyes. "The guy got rookie of the year last year!" he said, waving his hands around dramatically.
Farrah and I both laughed at his theatrics.
Farrah and Beckham continued to talk about baseball, with Shane joining in.
Drake leaned over toward me and clapped a hand on my shoulder.
"I really like her, and you look happy, man.
Good to see. Took y'all long enough," he joked before joining back in on the conversation.
I grinned, because yeah, it had.
"Where's Elle tonight?" I asked Drake. I hadn't seen his girlfriend around in a while.
"She's traveling for work again."
I nodded in understanding when my phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling my attention away from the group. I glanced down to see that Scott was calling.
I leaned down to speak against Farrah's ear. "My agent is calling, you good here? I'm going to go take it outside really quick."
She flashed her radiant smile while nodding. "Yeah. I'm good."
I quickly answered the call as I walked towards the back exit. "Hey Scott, what's going on?"
" So I just got a call. The team is chomping at the bit for your retirement decision. With the playoffs quickly approaching, they want to make an announcement if you’re coming back next year before they kick off."
And in one phone call, I was brought crashing back down into reality.
I knew what Farrah had said, that she could handle the lifestyle of a baseball player this time. But would it really be different? How could I know for sure?
Or was I just setting myself up to lose her all over again?
Today felt easy. Too easy. Like the quiet before a storm I knew was coming. Like we were pretending—just for one day—that nothing stood between us.