Page 47 of Bad Call

He was feeling bold tonight. I’m glad he asked first. I didn’t want to appear too eager. Ha! More like obsessed.

“Tuesday?”

Baylor sighed. “I have a game on Tuesday.”

“Wednesday?” Those were my only two nights off this week.

“Wednesday works.”

Thank God. “I should be home around seven.”

“You’re not even gonna buy me dinner first? Such a gentleman!”

I laughed. “Fine. Dinner at seven. Then…”

“Ohhh. I hope it’s something good. Like last time.”

“I promise it’ll be even better.”

His husky breath was the only sound for the next minute. Until… “Are you hard?”

His question hit me right in the nuts. “Yeah, are you?”

“Yeah. I’m touching it. I wish it wereyourhand instead.”

“Me too.” He was killing me! “I wish this were your mouth instead of my hand.”

“Close your eyes and pretend I’m on my knees, my face a mess, and I’m choking on your cock.”

A sound I didn’t recognize wrenched from my mouth. I stroked my cock faster, spreading my knees wide, and imagined it was Baylor’s mouth. Tight, wet heat enveloped my shaft, bringing me to my knees. I pumped my hips, fucking my fist, fucking his handsome face. A wave of pleasure rolled through my belly, making my muscles spasm.

“Are you gonna fill my mouth, Coach? I’m dying to taste you.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, coming into my fist. “Swallow it, Bitch.”

Baylor chuckled. “You taste delicious.”

“Did you come?” I hadn’t heard him make a sound.

“Yeah, before I even called you,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Now we’re even.”

“Goodnight, Baylor.”

“Night, Coach.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BAYLOR

The flashof red was the first thing that caught my eye, but when I did a double take, there was a lot more that caught my attention. I slowed the truck to a roll before pulling up to the curb. The sun glinting off his sandy blond hair was unmistakable.

Yep, it was him.

Rolling down the window, I leaned my arm on the door and poked my head out, grinning. “I thought that was you.”

Casey looked delicious. Sweaty and dirty and disheveled. He wore a University of Oregon Mapleview T-shirt that was worn and fit him just right. His cargo shorts showed off his toned legs, and the tool belt and boots just completed the fantasy for me. Now, if I could just get him to wear that tool belt with nothing else, I’d be thrilled.

Casey looked to be installing some sort of woodenbox in the ground. He set his hammer down and wiped the sweat from his brow.

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