Page 29 of The Love We Make

Still, Madison hung out behind the batting cage on the field and chatted with my teammates while I swung.

“Long time no see, Madison,” Kris, our center fielder, said behind me.

“Hey Kris,” she said. I looked back in time to see her hugging him.

Kris was a good guy, but he loved the ladies. He would be all over Madison if I didn’t once threaten his balls if he got close to her. In my eyes, he wasn’t good enough for her.

Eddie joined them and leaned in for a hug as well. Another good guy that wasn’t good enough for her.

“What brings you out here?” Eddie asked.

I was still swinging at pitches, but I was all ears to the conversation behind me.

“Just been missing Ethan,” she said simply.

“So you’re not still mad he had Turner stalking you while we were gone?” Eddie asked.

Really Eddie? Bringing up old shit?

“You knew about that?” She asked.

“Yes,” I yelled, “He knew and now so does Kris. Thanks, Eddie.”

“What the hell did I miss?” Kris asked.

Fuck, these guys were never going to let me hear the end of it.

“Ethan was just worried about me so he had Chase checking in, no big deal.”

Ah, my perfectly sweet Madison. It was a very big deal, but she downplayed it for me.

I swung and hit a few more pitches before I called it a day and stretched. Madison followed me to the side of the field and sat on the grass beside me as I got into position.

Fans were filing in and she was about to go up to her seat in the stands but decided to hang out for one more second.

“Do I get to have any more conditions of my own?” She asked softly.

“What kind of conditions?”

“I don’t know yet, just wondering if I can add some.”

“Yeah, Maddy. It’s your night, you can add whatever you want.”

“Ok then I thought of one,” she got on her knees and looked around making sure no one could hear us.

“That was quick,” I deadpanned.

She smiled and stood, “I got on birth control last month, so I don’t want to use a condom.”

And just like that, I was fucked.

She walked away, not waiting for my answer. She didn’t have to. As I said, I always said yes to her.

But fuck.

I was about to attempt to throw baseballs 100 miles per hour through a 17-inch invisible frame for 9 innings with a third-string catcher and Madison chose to tell me at that moment she wanted me to be bareback.

I had never, with anyone at any point, not used a condom.

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