Page 68 of Totally Geeked

“I missed you,” I say, and he smiles.

“I missed you more.”

“I doubt that, but I’m not going to waste time arguing with you about it. Let me kiss those perfect lips again.”

“How about we go to the hotel, and we can kiss all sorts of things?”

“Ohh, yes, please,” I say, reaching for his bag. “Is this everything?” I ask, and he nods, linking his arm with mine, and we make our way to the taxi stand.

***

“What time is tonight’s game?” he asks, unpacking his things into the drawers of the dresser in our hotel room. The rest of the team is staying here, too, but I got us a room of our own. I had hoped he would have arrived sooner but there was a storm that delayed his flight, and now we have hardly any time before I have to get to the field.

“I have to be there at three for warm-up, then pregame meet and greets and crowd work.”

He checks his watch. “Not as much time as I would have liked, but we will have all night, after the game.”

“Time for what exactly?” I ask with a raised brow, and he turns to face me holding his black sketchbook. Hell yes! “The windows in this hotel are mirror tinted. We can do the one you drew a few days ago.”

His lips twist into a cheeky grin. “The one with your hands pressed against the glass,” he says, stepping toward me as he turns the pages one by one. “Legs spread wide.” He glances up at me through his thick lashes, inching closer and closer. “My cock buried deep inside you?” he asks, turning the book around to the scene he’s talking about. The exact scene I was thinking of. My cock thickens, and I reach for the book, but he throws it to the side. “Oh, you’ll have to wait for that one, but I can certainly take care of this for you,” he says, his gaze moving to the bulge in my pants before he drops to his knees.

Watching Arlo's perfect lips wrapped around my cock will always be incredibly fucking hot, and as much as I want to spend the next few hours rolling around in bed, I can’t be late for warm-up, so after he swallows every last drop from me, I drag him into the shower, to return the favor before we head to the game.

***

I step out onto the field, the fresh painted lines on the bright green grass bringing a smile to my lips.

“About time,” Benny says, heading my way. I’m only a minute or two late. “I would ask what took you so long, but I can tell by the smile on your face, I don’t want to know the details.”

“Oh, you’d love the details, trust me. What we did just now… Wooo.”

Gordon scrunches up his face as he stretches beside Benny. “Dude, that’s my brother you’re talking about,” he complains, shaking his head.

“Shit, sorry didn’t see you there,” I lie and start on my stretches.

Arlo sits in the stands watching and sketching, and it’s impossible to stop my thoughts from returning to all the naughty things he’s drawn these past two weeks.

“Yo, get your head in the game,” Gordon calls as a ball flies past my head.

“Shit, dude, watch it.”

“Watch the ball and not my brother.”

“But he’s so pretty,” I say, my gaze returning to Arlo. He brushes a loose strand of hair behind his ear and glances my way. This time, the ball hits me in the shoulder and a sting spreads across my skin.

“Asshole,” I say, dragging my attention back to the field.

“Get in the box, I want a win tonight, the OG are going down,” Gordon says, and I laugh. We’ve lost every game to the OG teams since we started. It had a bunch of articles claiming it was all staged, but the truth is, they were just better on the night. But not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to show them exactly what we’re capable of and kick their butts.

“Right, let’s do this,” I say, and we run through some drills, Gordon practicing a few dance moves he’s got planned for pitches, and then we head out to the gates to start welcoming the crowd.

Unlike our introduction tour, this time we spend a good hour interacting before the game starts.

“Can I have your autograph?” a young girl asks, holding out a baseball already covered in a bunch of signatures.

“Sure you can,” I say, adding my scribble as small as I can so she can fit any others she wants on, too. “Do you like Banana Ball?”

“It’s so much better than the other baseball. They don’t have singing and dancing.”

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