Page 94 of The Fall Out

But Chris just tapped his left wrist twice and went on.

My guy was on fire.

Adrenaline poundedthrough my veins as I swiped the ball out of the air. We were at the top of the ninth, and this next pitch would hopefully end the game. My shoulder burned, but I relished the pain.

This would be my first complete game of my major league career.

It was part of what was causing the thrill that was currently ripping through me. But a large part of this incredible feeling could be credited to the blond up in the stands wearing number 35.

Fuck me. The moment she turned and showed me the number emblazoned on her back would go down in history as one of the best of my life.

I bent down and took the signal from Price. Then I stood and worked the ball between my fingers. I tapped my left wrist again. Avery probably didn’t understand what it meant. But that small movement was all for her. That spot on her wrist was the first place I’d ever touched her.

I wound up and threw the knuckle ball.

It soared over the plate perfectly, and when the batter swung, he caught only air.

“Strike.”

As I headed off the field, my teammates crowded around me, offering me fist bumps and head rubs as I moved past them. I might shy away from physical touch, but it was hard not to get into it with the guys I trusted most after a game like today’s. Tons of reporters stopped me, and I answered a few questions before moving on. Although I gave them the time, there was really only one person I wanted to see. A blond in a blue jersey who owned my soul. The guys were rowdy as we headed toward the locker room, and no one noticed when I hung back and slipped into the empty training room. I waited a solid minute, then snuck out the side door and back into the hall.

Eventually, my job required me to go back in and talk to the reporters who would flood the locker room, demanding to know how it felt to pitch my first complete game of the season.

Good. That was the answer. They would roll their eyes and make comments about my lack of words. But that’s how I felt. Good.

I only had to wait a few minutes before Avery, Wren, and Jana were dancing down the hall, laughing. I heard them before I even saw them.

“Blondie.”

At the sound of her nickname, she turned, and when she caught sight of me, her face lit up. After she murmured to her friends, she skipped my way.

I opened the closet door beside me and yanked her inside, and my lips were on hers before either of us had said another word.

Finally, we came up for air. “You in my jersey is the best kind of hello,” I muttered against her mouth.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

With a groan, I pushed her up against the wall and claimed her mouth again.

Her lips brushed mine as she broke out in a smile. Damn. The sight of this woman in my jersey brought out a deep need to own her. I ran a hand up her inner thigh beneath her denim skirt. When I found my warm, wet target, I couldn’t hold back a groan.

“Mmm, someone is as eager as I am.”

“I missed you.” She moaned. “Please don’t tease me. Touch me.”Her breath skated across my lips as she pleaded with me. And fuck, was I more than willing to accommodate her request.

I slipped my fingers under her panties, teasing her slit, then sliding into her. Her pussy sucked me in, gripping my fingers tight as she rocked against me.

My cock throbbed against the cup in my girdle, desperate to get to its favorite place in the world.

“God, I should be embarrassed by how wet I am.”

“Never,” I demanded as my body heated further. “I love that you’re drenched for me, Blondie.”

I yanked my hands from her, and she groaned her protest. But I needed them both to free my cock from my pants and jock. I made quick work of them, then grasped her hand and brought it to me.

“Feel this. See how hard you make me.” I groaned in her ear. “I’m not the least bit embarrassed, so you shouldn’t be either.”

While she stroked me over and over, her hand warm and soft on my rigid length, I yanked the hem of her skirt up around her waist. Then I snaked my hands around her hips and under her ass so I could lift her up. When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I rested my forehead against hers and heaved out a shaky breath.

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