Page 34 of Stolen Bases

There is no way I can go back to sleep now. I’m wide awake and covered in a sheen of sweat. My skin prickles withthe hum of electricity running below the surface.

Every ounce of energy zipping through me is pooling at the apex of my thighs.

That dream was so real, so vivid. The green gleam of Cam’s irises as he looked up at me from between my legs still lingers in my mind.

My fingers follow the same tingling path Fantasy Cam made from my knees to my inner thighs. Massaging my mound with my palm, I apply pressure to my clit. It pulses under the pad of my middle finger.

Ugh, I wish I had my vibrator because I need more. That dream has me and my lady bits on fire. Touching myself with my fingers won’t be enough to quell the pent-up sexual frustration I’m holding on to, but it’s better than nothing.

It’s been way too long since I had sex, and even then, it wasn’t spectacular.

I slide my hands down my stomach and under my panties. My center is slick and ready when I dip my fingers inside. Imagining it’s Cam sliding in and out of me, I tease my entrance, gathering my arousal on my fingertips. Bringing the tips to my clit, I slide them side to side, increasing the friction and adding pressure as I rub hard, tight circles around the swollen bud.

My breaths are choppy as I pick up the pace. My fingers do all the work as I picture Cam’s perfect, enormous cock sliding in and out, hitting that spot deep inside me. Waves of white-hot heat curl my toes, and I shatter, coming around my fingers, with Cam’s name on my lips.

Pleasure courses through my bloodstream, calming the storm building inside me.

For the second time in a matter of minutes, my eyes snap open. Guilt nips at the edges of my consciousness, but I’m too satisfied to let it take over. Besides, fantasies aren’t real. There’s no harm in a little self-pleasure.

I can think of Cam; I just can’t touch him.

Rolling onto my stomach, I bury my face in the soft fabric of my pillow and groan.

Here I am, masturbating to thoughts of Cam. It’s a slippery slope to letting him tear my bathing suit off, bend me over in the hot tub, and fuck me.

What the heck am I doing?

Nothing can happen between us. My brother hates him. Besides, Cameron is so dang hot he can have anyone he wants.

Why would he want to be with a simple, boring girl like me? I’m a nurse who likes to stay home, lounge around in baggy sweatpants, and watchTop Chefwith my cousin while she tries out new recipes in our kitchen. Bonus, I still live at home.

Okay. No more pity party. Time to shower, get dressed, tackle the next activity Nico booked for me, and forget all about Cameron.

With a nod, I jump out of bed, but a small sheet of white paper by the door catches my eye. Picking it up off the floor, I can’t help but giggle at the handwritten note.

I hope you enjoyed eating my ice cream as much as I did dreaming about eating it off of you.

X, Cam

The flirt.

Holding the note to my chest, I do a little shimmy. He dreamed about eating ice cream.

Off. Of. Me.

I float all the way to the bathroom, like a giddy school girl, all while getting dressed and all while exploring the “best tastes of Phoenix”.

Tonight can’t come fast enough.

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Cameron

Parked in the driveway,I stare up at the unassuming house. My home away from home during spring training has become both heaven and hell these last few days.

Heaven when I see Talia. Hell when her brother walks into the room. The guy is getting on my last fucking nerve.

Dropping my head on the steering wheel, I take a deep breath. We’ve been here for four days. Four. I don’t know how I’m going to make it another six months. That’s two hundred and twelve more days, not including the post-season.

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