Page 46 of Hot Streak

When he’d pumped Charlie for more info, the other day, the best he’d been able to learn was that Jackson hadn’t been known to be involved with anyone, in baseball or otherwise.

Connor had been a little incredulous, but as he’d thought about it more, he’d realized why.

Jackson was trying very hard—probably too hard—to keep these two parts of his life separate.

Maybe he wouldn’t be as eager as Connor to cross a few lines.

But Connor was stubborn, too. And he wasn’t about to let this situation go without getting a taste of what he craved.

Why not?

Because it’s complicated. We’re teammates. We’re roommates. I’d think you’d get that.

Ugh, Tristan texted back, I regret telling you all those details about how Wade and I got together. Come on—throw caution to the wind and just make a move. And then tell me all about it, okay?

Connor chuckled. You don’t ever regret oversharing anything in your whole goddamn life.

True. If only it would encourage others (HINT HINT) to do the same, Tristan texted back.

Connor laughed out loud.

How about this, I’ll do it when the time’s right. Maybe I can even seduce him into making the move.

That would make everything easier, of course. But Jackson was so self-contained, so rigidly controlled, so obviously determined to keep his sexuality separate from baseball, Connor wasn’t sure what kind of seductive moves he could pull out that could move the unmovable.

He would probably have to be the one making the moves—but he was okay with that situation. At least he would be, by the time it happened.

And you’ll tell me all about it?

Connor could practically hear the hopeful note in Tristan’s voice.

We’ll see.

Connor had never felt one way or the other about dishing details of his hookups, but there was already something about Jackson—and not only that he was a man, and Connor had never hooked up with a guy before—that got under his skin, and he wanted to keep there.

Before this, he’d have forcibly ignored it. Tried to get rid of it.

But Connor liked the way Jackson felt, buried deep like that.

Like it was exactly where he belonged.

Maybe that should’ve unsettled him more than it did, but it felt good. Less lonely, for sure.

When he made his way down to breakfast, Ro and TJ were there, and surprisingly, Jackson was sitting with them.

He glanced up, dark eyes meeting Connor’s, and it felt like a thousand emotions traveled across their connection in only a few seconds.

Recognition.

Acknowledgment.

Attraction.

Frustration.

Lust.

Oh. Yeah. Jackson Evans definitely wanted him.

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