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I shut him up with my mouth on his. “Don’t decide right now. You’re not in the right headspace. What I did wasn’t conditional. Don’t let it sway your decision. Go to practice, kick some ass, then go home and get some rest. Don’t forget to drink plenty of water. Okay?”
“Yes…”
His response was clipped, like hewantedto say what I wanted to hear, but he ultimately decided against it. I walked him to the door and waited while he slipped into his shoes.
“Do you need a ride home?” I asked.
“No, my friend’s here to get me. Thank you. For last night, and for breakfast.”
“Don’t mention it.” I stole one last kiss before letting him walk out the door. I closed it, locked it, then collapsed against the wood, shoving my hand into my boxer briefs with a sigh of relief. I wiggled the fabric away, squeezing my shaft. Did I wish I’d let Stetson finish me off? That it washisthumb swiping away that drop of clear liquid? Yes. But had he stayed, I wasn’t sure I would have let him leave.
So instead, I stayed perched against the front door. I spit in my palm to lube myself up, taking advantage of the empty house.
I couldn’t get Stetson out of my mind. I’d had him now, and I wantedsomuch more. Damn it, he was perfect.
My head fell back with athumpas I moaned loud enough to make the windows rattle. I closed my eyes, picturing my two men on display for me and me alone. I didn’t expect Barrett to get involved with Stetson, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize.
I spat into my hand, slicking up my cock and imagining those two—fuck!My orgasm crashed into me, pulling a growl from deep in my chest. Come spilled over my hand and splattered to the floor. I snatched my underwear from my feet to clean my hand, taking a brief moment to catch my breath before dragging myself to the bathroom to shower. Again.
I made a desperate attempt to keep myself busy throughout the day, but that didn’t come with any less than a hundred glances at my phone, hoping that either Stetson’s number or Barrett’s name would light up the screen. Barrett never texted or called during practice days unless something was wrong, so I suppose I should have been happy when I was met with silence from him.
That didn’t stop me from pouncing on him like a cat in heat the second he walked through the front door.
“Well, hello to you, too,” he mumbled between assaults from my mouth. My hands tugged his clothes off. Eventually, he ducked out of a kiss to catch his breath. “I’m assuming it went well with Stetson.”
I blushed, and Barrett crooked a brow at me. “I hope so. Bear, he’s perfect. But I want him to get along with you too.”
Barrett smiled at me. “Well, the game is on Monday. I don’t fly out again until Wednesday, so why don’t we set up some time after the game so I can meet him?”
Butterflies started to rage in my stomach. I took a deep breath. “I just want it to go well.”
He thumbed my cheeks where they’d gone red. “If he’s got you like this, he must be pretty damn impressive.”
6
STETSON
“Rookie, sit your ass down!”
There was no way in hell that was happening. Not with the energy coursing through my veins.
I paced the perimeter of the clubhouse lounge. It was the first game of the season—my first game in the majors. I was wired, buzzing with electricity.
“Someone get him a hamster wheel!” Matt called out on what had to be my hundredth lap around the room.
Those last few hours before a game were intended for us to relax. Everyone else lounged across the room, either wearing headphones or crowded around game systems. A couple had books in their hands, and Harrison was predictably taking a nap.
But I couldn’t sit still. I’d tried. The only thing I did was bounce the couch hard enough that a sleep-drunk Harrison kicked me off.
So, I paced.
I walked until my legs burned, and then I kept going. I knew I wouldn’t feel any of it once I was out on that field. The only thing to slow my stride was a knock on the clubhouse door, and Levi walking into the room. Dressed in khakis and a white polo, he looked good enough to eat. He had his hands shoved into his pockets and a pair of aviator sunglasses on top of his backward ball cap. We locked eyes and I blushed, both of us no doubt remembering what went down in his kitchen a few days ago. I still hadn’t called to give him a decision.
“How are we doing boys?”
A chorus of mumbles and half-hearted responses sounded around me, but all I could manage was an audible gulp, which caught Levi’s attention. “What about you, Rookie?”
I quashed the wave of desire. That sounded different coming off his lips—hotter, and it sent a jolt through my body that went right to my crotch. “Yes, sir.”
