Page 62 of Double Play

She blows me a kiss.

I sit up. “Tell me about your date. What’s his name?”

She scrunches her nose. “It’s nothing.”

“You slept with him. It’s not nothing.”

“Drop it. I’m not like you. I don’t need a relationship or feelings to have sex with someone.”

“I think you’re into this guy. I saw how excited you were to get ready for the date. Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I’m not that into him. It’s casual.” She starts walking toward the door. “I’m taking a shower too. I’ll see you in a bit.”

She walks out of my room. What is going on with her? She normally tells me everything.

A few hours later,we’re at the ballpark. We head down to our seats just as the game is about to begin. I remain in awe that we get to sit in the section right behind their dugout. In fact, they now put us in the front row. Because of my relationship with Layton, the cameras love to find me. My parents said they see me all the time on television in myLayton’s Ladyjersey. Today is a warm afternoon, so I’m wearing cutoff jeans shorts with it.

The Cougars take the field. Layton jogs out in his catching gear. I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so hot. The backward hat, his ass in those pants, those thick, muscular quads. Yummy. Now that I know what’s underneath, it makes him twice as hot. He’s so solid and strong. And thick.Everywhere. The head of his penis is like nothing I’ve ever seen or experienced. It’s a direct line to my g-spot. I should patent the mold of it and sell it. I’d make a fortune.

Since last night, things feel so different. I know deep down inside that my heart has always fluttered when I saw Layton Lancaster, but now it feels like it’s twice as much. It’s like my body involuntarily remembers the way he worshiped it all night long. I’ve never had a man give me the pleasure he gave me last night.

As if he can sense my thoughts, he turns his head and findsme. Even with his mask on, I can see him wink at me. My heart starts beating rapidly.

Ripley leans over. “He looks like he wants to devour you.”

I can’t help but give a satisfied smile. “Hediddevour me. Over and over again.”

She giggles, as do I.

The game progresses as normal until it’s Layton’s turn to bat. Just before he steps into the box, he looks at me and subtly runs his fingers under his nose. I can see his chest inflate as he inhales. I have to squeeze my legs together to tame the throb from what I know he’s doing right now.

I quickly look around to see if anyone else notices the obscene move, but no one flinches. Ripley seems blissfully unaware. Kam and Bailey too.

I squirm in my seat. He notices and smirks just as he’s about to step into the box. He sets his feet in the dirt. The pitch comes in, he swings, andcrunch. It’s a moonshot out of the stadium for a monster of a home run.

The crowd erupts in cheers, and Ripley throws her arms around me. “Holy shit, he actually hit a home run for you.”

I can’t help but smile. I suppose he did.

He winks at me again as he begins his slow trot around the bases.

Every time he comes up to bat in the game, he looks at me and smells his fingers. I have no idea why that’s such a turn-on, but it is. It’s our dirty secret and I’m about to combust from it.

He goes on to hit three home runs on the day, something he’s only done two other times in his entire career, all when he was much younger. I watch him in awe. He’s going to be in the hall of fame one day.

When the game is over, reporters rush to interview him about his big accomplishment and him helping the team to win an important game in the playoff hunt. Ripley andI are sitting on top of the dugout, waiting for the interviews to be over as the stadium begins to clear out.

At some point, I hear a reporter ask him his inspiration. He nods my way. “That beautiful woman right there.”

The well-known, attractive reporter narrows her eyes at me and then turns back to him. “What do you have to say about unconfirmed reports that your relationship is nothing but a public relations stunt? An organization insider has informed me that you’re not really dating, they’re simply using your notoriety to get the Anacondas up and running. The whole thing is fabricated. That you and Arizona don’t even like each other.”

Oh shit. Who told her all that? I start to internally freak out.

He’s quiet for a moment before he gives his signature Layton Lancaster smirk. The one that melts panties all over the world, including mine.

Without another word, he turns and walks straight over to me. Extending his arms, he lifts me off the dugout, but doesn’t place me on the ground.

He grabs the back of my thighs, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. He turns to the reporter and says, “Here’s my reply to that.” Moving his face back to me, his lips sweetly meet mine. As if we’re not in a huge baseball stadium, his tongue traces my lips until it finds its way into my mouth. I meet his tongue with mine, powerless against my attraction to this man.

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