Page 81 of Double Play

I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

Layton: I know you just rolled your eyes. I’m superstitious. Your game should end in plenty of time for you to get your sweet pussy to the stadium to give me my magic potion refresher.

I squeeze my legs together at the thought. And then I wince. I’m sore as hell. He ended up giving me a five-star pounding all night long. It’s not easy to catch an entire softball game with that situation happening.

Me: Just getting your messages and just getting out of the shower. I’ll do what I can.

Layton: Are you naked?

Me: I don’t shower with clothes on, do you?

Layton: Shit, I’m getting hard thinking about you showering.

Me: I’m shocked you’re ever able to make it nine innings without a boner.

Layton: It’s been a struggle since you came into my life, trust me. When you’re in the stands in that tight jersey and short shorts, it’s impossible. When you eat a hot dog, I just about lose my mind.

Huh? Me eating a hot dog makes him hard?

Layton: Please hurry. I need my magic potion.

Me: I said I’ll do my best

Ripley, Bailey, Kamryn, and I head to the stadium. We walk in through the player family entrance, like always. An older man dressed as an usher greets us.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Abbott.”

“Hi, Bernie.” Layton often has him waiting for me to quickly escort me to the locker room area.

“Mr. Lancaster needs to have a word with you before the game. Please come with me.”

I feign surprise. “Oh, okay. No problem.” I turn to my friends. “I’ll meet you guys out there.”

Everyone else heads toward our seats, but I’m shown to the underground tunnel area where I see Layton waiting, already dressed in his uniform. My mouth physically waters. I do love seeing him in that uniform. He wears it so well.

He smiles and takes my hand as I approach. “Thanks, Bernie. I’ve got her from here.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Lancaster.”

As soon as Bernie is out of sight, Layton pulls me into an equipment closet and pushes me up against the wall. He kisses around my neck and moves his hands under my jersey, immediately pinching my nipples. “I missed you this morning…and all day. I watched your game on my phone. You were amazing. Your pop time on the pickoff play at first was almost inhuman.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me in catcher language.”

He smiles into my neck as his hands roam all over my body.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Squatting was no easy feat after our evening together.”

He slides his hand down and rubs me between the legs on the outside of my shorts. “Is your pussy sore, sunshine?”

I nibble at his chin. “In the best way possible.”

“Are you okay for me to get my refresher? You know I need it.”

I nod and he immediately slips his fingers into my shorts and panties, running them through me over and over again before slipping them into me.

I can’t begin to count the number of orgasms I’ve had in the past forty-eight hours, but somehow, I’m hungry for more. My need for him never wanes.

I see him wince.

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