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“Oh, you want to know if I’ve jacked off to you? The guy who ditched me and didn’t call me back?”

“I called you the other day.”

“You texted, because you were pissed, and when I called, you refused to answer.”

“You’re evading the question.” He’d totally jacked off to me!

“I may or may not have thought of you a couple of times.”

“Ha! I knew it.”

“You didn’t know shit.”

“Well, if you’re all alone, thinking of me, and I’m allalone thinking of you, maybe the next time I call, we could…”

Baylor grinned. “Jack off together? Phone sex?”

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Swallowing nervously, I added, “I mean, you know, if you…”

“You know what? It’s not a terrible idea. Maybe the next time I call, you should pick up.”

Maybe I would, knowing he was on the other end, naked, with his cock in his hand.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BAYLOR

He wants me to call.He wants to fuck me again.

I flagged the vendor and bought two cups of beer, handing one to Casey.

“Drink up. You’re gonna need it when the Mariners lose.”

Casey snorted. “We’ll see.”

The stadium was packed, which didn’t surprise me. The Padres didn’t have a huge winning streak, but they had loyal fans who’d made the long drive for the game.

“Did you used to see them play when you were growing up?”

The familiar bitter pang of emptiness hit my gut. “Nah, my dad didn’t stick around, and my mom had to work. We didn’t have money for stuff like MLB tickets.” I adjusted my cap lower over my eyes to hide my feelings. “I watched every game on TV, though.”

I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. I wished he’d quit. I didn’t need Casey’s pity.

“I didn’t see a game in the majors live until college. My dad hated baseball.”

“Really? He’s not proud of you?” Shit, Casey was the head coach of a D1 school. EvenIwas proud of him.

Casey shrugged. “He’s proud that I’m not dependent on him,” he joked. “He couldn’t care less about my position.”

Damn. Maybe he wasn’t pitying me, he was understanding me, commiserating with me. Finding common ground.

“Marcus and I road-tripped all throughout college to every game we could scrape up the money for tickets. We still go about once a year or so.” I swallowed, feeling unsure of what I was about to say. “Maybe… you could join us next time.”

He was staring again, and this time, I risked looking back. “Yeah, maybe I could,” he agreed.

We stood for the National Anthem, removing our hats, and Casey’s arm brushed mine. He turned to me, his fingers ruffling through my hair. My heart rate spiked with excitement. His touch was still new to me. The fact he even wanted to touch me, thrilled me.

“You’ve got hat hair,” he explained with a grin.

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