Page 46 of Play the Field

Setting my bag down by the door, I shrugged. “Yeah, but I couldn’t have done it without your catch in the outfield.”

She shrugged, a proud smile peeking onto her face. “Happy to be of service.” Clearing her throat, Cat tapped her fingers against her arm. “So, what did Bri mean about needing donations?”

“Oh, nothing. We always need donations. Every season could be our last.” I waved off her concern. It was genuinely a yearly issue for our league. But every year, we found a solution. Sensing that Cat didn’t buy it, I raised my eyebrows. “Seriously, don’t try to solve this one.”

Now that we were alone, I let my hand touch her forearm. A light layer of dust and dirt made her skin rough. I leaned in for a kiss, pressing my lips against her face. The smell of sweat filled my nose.

“We have to shower. We’re both filthy.” I joked as I pulled away.

Nodding, Cat laughed. “Together or separate?”

Without responding, I grabbed her hand and guided her toward the bathroom. I turned on the hot water, letting it heat up while we stood on the white subway tile. “Do you want to shower alone?”

Cat shook her head. “God no. I spent all day keeping my hands off of you. I want to be covered in you.” The low rumble that came from her chest made my center pulse. Watching her out on the field was hot enough, but to have her alone now was a fantasy come true.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I lifted up my jersey with both arms and tossed it on the floor. Cat’s eyes darted down to my sports bra, cupping my breasts.

“Fuck.” Cat groaned, following suit and tossing her teal shirt to the ground. Then she reached for the waistband on my polyester pants. The pristine white had turned to a sandy beige from the game, dirt smudges all over them.

“Thank god for bleach.” I teased as she unclasped them.

Chuckling, Cat brought me closer and planted a kiss on my neck. She wrapped her hand around my back to my ass, pushing the fabric off of the cheeks. Taking a handful of it, Cat moaned as she looked over my shoulder. The gray boxers were damp from sweat but she seemed undeterred from her mission.

Slipping those off too, Cat got on her knees and pulled the clothes off of my body. The room began to fill with steam as the shower water finally got hot enough to go inside.

Cat let her lips kiss my hips, lighting grazing the skin where my stomach met the bones.

An embarrassing whimper escaped my lips as she kissed me. I was still stunned that I was back to fucking my ex, to lettingCat have this kind of effect on me. But I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel right.

Pulling away from her, I stepped toward the shower and ripped off my bra. My exposed back to her, I winked at Cat. “I’m cold.” And then I got into the water.

I groaned as the hot water met my skin. Losing control of my neck, my head dangled as the water dripped down my neck. The drain swirled with dirt and sand as warm water massaged my sore muscles.

I saw her feet first, saddling up behind me. Her hands gripped my hips as she pressed her core into my ass.

“God that feels good.” She sighed as the warm water washed over.

“Me or the water?” Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow.

Cat licked her lips, hungry for me. “Both.”

Before she could get too carried away, I passed her the body soap. I wasn’t about to get a UTI because I didn’t wash this shit off my body before I got railed by my ex.

Cat took soap in her hand and lathered it in her palms. But instead of rubbing it into her own body, she brought her hands to mine. Starting on my arms, Cat massaged the soap into my skin. She was thorough as she brought her hands up my arms and onto my shoulders. Pressing her fingers into my sore traps, Cat watched the soap cover my body.

My head fell back at the massage. “Thank you.” I moaned.

She washed my entire figure like that, spreading soap across my back and hips. Then she brought her hands around my front and cupped my breasts in her warm hands. Suds fell down my body with each movement.

Bending down, Cat spread my legs and lathered soap on my thighs and calves. By the time she was done, my entire bodywas begging for her. I could feel my center grow slick with anticipation.

Her touch was gentle but assured like she’d thought about how she’d wash me for years. And maybe she had.

When she finished, I returned the favor.

With a soapy hand, I washed Cat’s body. I took my time on her shoulder, letting my fingers massage the injured spot.

Cat’s eyes closed as the pleasure took over. “Fuck, I needed that.”

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