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“He’s not planning to get in the hot tub, is he?” Marcus asked. “Maybe he doesn’t realize we have people over.”

Austin set his dishrag down on the counter. “I’ll go tell him.”

“Never a dull moment,” I quipped. “I’ll catch you later, Marcus. Collins,” I acknowledged coldly, dipping my head.

“Buchanan,” he said just as coldly.

Then I kneeled and called his dog, just to piss him off. “Come here, girl.” Rawlings ran to my arms, licking my face with her sloppy tongue. “You give the best kisses,” I praised her.

“Stop making out with my dog,” Casey snapped, pulling a treat from his pocket to bribe his dog away from me.

“Maybe she heard what a good kisser I am.”

That last shot was just for him. I hope he remembered the taste of my mouth, the feel of my lips as I slurped his cock down my throat, trying my best to impress him. The look he gave me could have burned me alive.

Apparently, he remembered.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CASEY

The excitementof the game tonight was spreading across Mapleview like a fever. Yard signs boasted the Muskrats’ starting pitcher, Austin Healey. Businesses posted banners in their windows cheering us on. It was on local talk radio and news stations. Reporters bantered about our season, statistics, and the likelihood of winning. Tonight we were up against our biggest rival, the Rainier Cougars, Marcus’s team.

I could only imagine the anxiety Austin must be feeling going up against his lover. This game was riding my shoulders hard. The Cougars, like us, were ‌undefeated. This game would determine who took the top rank. Pulling into the lot at Dixon’s Diner, my gut tightened as I spied the red-and-gray Muskrats banner in their window. The bell on the door jingled as I entered and approached the counter.

“Hey Stacy, can I grab a coffee with no cream, just sugar?”

“Sure thing, Coach.”

As I stood there waiting for my order, two guys approached. I recognized them from the high school athletic department. “Are you ready for the big game, Coach?”

“You bet. How’s your season shaping up?” I asked, trying to deflect some of the pressure.

“We’re looking great this year. I’ve got some genuine talent to send your way next year.”

“That’s great.” I clapped him on the back. “Good to hear it.”

“Here you go, Coach.” Stacy slid my coffee across the counter. “It’s on the house. And I packed you a piece of freshly baked apple pie.”

“Thank you, Stacy, you shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, Coach. You can save it for later, to celebrate with.” She grinned confidently, like she was absolutely sure we were going to win tonight.

I wish I felt as confident as she did. Marcus’s team was tough to beat. He had real talent this season, and he’d molded my best player. He knew what he was doing, and he knew I was worried. Which meant he was in my head, and he knew that, too.

I’d be damned if I’d give him the advantage over me.

I grabbed the white paper bag with my pie in it, and the to-go cup of coffee and turned, intending to get out of there before more well-wishers approached me. I made it two steps before I hit a brick wall.

“Motherfuck…” I spluttered, jumping back as hot coffee soaked through my shirt, burning my skin. I’d bet all the short curly hair on my chest was singed off from the scalding liquid.

“Gotta watch where you’re going, Coach,” a familiar voice warned.

I looked up into the face of… “Baylor.” I spit the word with as much ice and disdain as I could muster.

“You look…” He raked his eyes up and down my body, pausing to stare at the wet shirt plastered against my chest. “Sticky. I bet you could use a nice hot shower right about now.”

His gaze continued down to my groin, and he licked his lips. My dick kicked against my will like it had a mind of its own. For fuck’s sake, he was staring at it! As if remembering what it tasted like, what it felt like in his mouth, in his ass. And now I was remembering as well. It kicked again!

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