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All coherent thought leaves me the second her tongue touches the head of my cock. She licks the precum that’s gathered on the tip and hums before taking me into her mouth.

“Fuck!” My shout is loud in the quiet room.

My breaths speed up as Wren licks me like a fucking lollipop, and I have to avert my gaze to the ceiling so I don’t immediately come in her hot mouth. Taking a chance, I glance back down, tangle my fingers in her hair, and guide her just a bit deeper, watching her closely for any sign of discomfort.

I’m shocked when she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she sucks with renewed vigor, taking me as far into her mouth as she can. She gags when my crown taps the back of her mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re incredible. Keep doing that and I’ll be coming down your pretty little throat in seconds.”

She pulls off with a gasp and shoots me a sexy-as-hell wink before diving back in. The next time she deepthroats me proves to be too much, and I pull on her hair, which elicits a deep moan that vibrates through my cock. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I choke out quietly. “Oh, fuck. Wren!” I come with a hoarse shout, flooding her mouth and watching in awe as she swallows every drop. “You’re a fucking dream, Starling.”

She looks up with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks before she crashes down next to me and cuddles her still-naked body to my side. I turn and pull her in for a deep kiss, uncaring that I can taste myself on her tongue.

A tiny yip fills the space as Finn barrels onto the bed, making us both laugh into the kiss. I pull away and laugh even harder when Wren squeals and attempts to cover herself with the small throw blanket on the end of the bed. He must take her pulling the blanket as an invitation to play because Finn takes the edge between his tiny teeth and yanks, catching us both by surprise when he’s able to dislodge it from his mama’s grip and pull it out of the room.

Wren looks at me with wide eyes, one arm covering her perfect tits. I bite my bottom lip as I pull her arm down, taking in every inch of smooth, tan skin. She shakes her head and climbs to her feet. I force myself out of my boob-trance and smile. “You’re so beautiful, Starling.”

Her expression softens as she puts her panties on, then she sits in my lap and kisses me softly before leaning against my chest with a sleepy sigh when I hold her tight. Ideas flit through my mind of what I can do to make her happy, to make her want to stay. We sit together quietly for a few minutes and soak up the comfort.

I’m trying to decide the best thing to do on a free Friday when the perfect idea comes to mind. “Starling, what do you say tomorrow we pick up a bat for you and head to the cages for the day?”

She looks confused but excited, nodding her head. “Of course! You know I’ve always loved going to batting practice with you.”

She doesn’t need to know that we aren’t going to practice. I’ll let the real reason be a surprise. “Great,” I say with a wide grin. “Let’s just relax tonight then. We’re headed out first thing in the morning.” I push her off my lap and smack her on the ass, ignoring the way my cock perks up again when she sticks out her tongue at me.

There’s plenty of time for more later. Operation ‘Woo Wren’ starts first thing in the morning.

“Well, I’ll be! If it ain’t my future wife.” My teeth grind in irritation. I swear to God if Aidan wasn’t like a brother to me, I might kick his ass for the way he flirts with my girl. He winks at me when Wren hugs him, and I flip him off discreetly, trying to be mindful of our present company.

I spot my favorite kid across the room and I almost wish we had brought Finn so they could play, but leaving him with my parents was a better idea. They work from home most of the time, and until he’s had all his shots, I don’t want to drag him around so many new people and places.

A tiny gasp rings out behind Aid. “Auntie Wren!” Crew screams. She giggles and crouches so she can catch him when he bounds into her arms, but the kid is moving so fast he takes them both down.

After they manage to stand, Wren looks around the batting cages in awe. There are around forty kids of all ages here today as part of our annual kid’s camp with the local foster care program. We do this particular camp twice a year: once right before the season starts and again a month after it ends.

The program serves a dual purpose. The first is to give the kids a chance to let loose and have fun twice a year without worrying about work or school or any other responsibilities. And the second is to scout potential talent from a group who otherwise might never have the opportunity to get on the MLB’s radar. I knew Wren would love this, which is why I brought her. Plus, the more time she spends with the guys on the team and the back-of-house crew, the higher the chance of her potentially accepting a job and staying in town.

I toss my arm over her shoulder and lead her and Crew to where Copeland stands with four boys and one girl. The boys must be about twelve, and their excitement is obvious. It makes me smile. The girl can’t be much older than maybe eight and seems much shyer than her male counterparts, clinging to the boy next to her.

I slap my hand down on Cope’s shoulder and hear several gasps. “Hey y’all,” I aim a wide smile at the kids. “How’s it going?”

One of the smaller boys looks at me reverently, and my heart expands in my chest. I’m recognized often since I play professionally, but it’s a whole different level of pride when a kid looks at me that way. “Wow,” he whispers. “You’re Rhodes Gray. My dad and I used to watch all your college games, and I even got to go to one of your last ones.” His gaze glosses over, and my heart breaks for him as he hurriedly wipes his eyes and glances around to make sure no one saw.

I hold my hand out with a smile. “It means the world to me that y’all supported me even way back then, bud. It’s really nice to meet you.” He shakes my hand timidly and doesn’t say anything. I hold back my chuckle because I don’t want him to feel self-conscious, but hopefully, he gets a little more comfortable around me over the next few days.

“What’s your name?”

He startles like he didn’t expect me to continue our conversation. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Noah. And this is Matteo, Josh, Chase, and Ava. We all live in the same group home, so we came together.” He points out each kid in turn, and I make note that Chase is the one Ava clings to in case she gets nervous later. They look thrilled to be here—even Ava looks happy to be included, which is awesome. We don’t see a lot of girls at this camp, so we’re always excited when they show up.

“It’s really cool to meet y’all! You might already know some of our names, but I’m Rhodes, and this is Copeland, Aidan, Crew, and Wren. The guys and I will be here all week, and Wren is here to help out today.”

Ava, the most subdued of the bunch, sends a small smile towards Wren and scoots closer. “Do you work for the team too?” Her voice is quiet, and she looks excited to see another girl.

“I don’t work for the Raptors, but I do work for the Seattle Sirens.” She leans in conspiratorially. “I run their Public Relations department, so basically I handle all of the crazy stuff the players do and make sure it doesn’t get the team in trouble.”

Ava’s eyes are wide with awe, and I feel like mine are the same as I watch Wren patiently explain her job and how she got hired there and what she studied in school. They’re so engrossed in their conversation, neither notices when the guys and I take the rest of the kids over to their first activity.

CHAPTER 19

WREN

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