Page 143 of Honey Pot

“Good girl.” I returned the praise, knowing the exact shade of pink the comment turned her cheeks. “When I get home I’m going to spend the first week fucking you until you can’t form a real sentence on every surface in that fucking apartment. And then when we're done, I’m going to start all over again, marking your sweet little pussy with my tongue until you can’t breathe. You’ll beg me to stop.”

I heard the strangled gasp that left Bobbi from the declaration alongside a few mumbled curse words and a ‘that man is setting unrealistic expectations for society. He’s a menace.’

“Don’t hold your breath,” Clementine purred, the sound getting soft at the end as she said, “I love you.”

“How much?” I asked her with a smile as I pushed into the main hallway of the stadium.

“A thousand lifetimes worth,” Clementine finally answered, after thinking about it for a moment. “Say it back, I need to go,” she ordered.

“I love you, Plum,” I reminded her. “I’ll see you in a couple weeks. Thanks for taking care of my girl, Bobbi.”

“She’smygirl, Lance Bass!” Bobbi yelled from the other end.

“Have fun, Loverboy,” Clementine cooed and hung up the phone.

I stopped at the main offices, turning down the hall, my sneakers squeaking against the waxed floors. My phone buzzing in my hand halfway to my Dad’s office, I smiled down at the screen. Clementine in her sweats hanging low on her hips, her soft stomach and beautiful skin on display in a lacy purple bra that barely contained the swell of her round breasts, both straps fallen off her shoulders. Her brown hair was messy and falling from two cute little buns at the nape of her perfect neck. I wanted to spend hours kissing every curve of her body. God I missed her. I swallowed tightly and texted her back.

Three weeks minimum, I want you bent over that counter at least twice and no tip for the movers, they should be thanking you for the religious experience.

Plum: Deal. xx

“Dad?” I knocked on his office door, shoving my phone away and adjusting myself in my pants before coming inside, stopping and looking around. “Did you clean?” All of the boxes were gone, as were the blankets that usually crowded his ugly couch and the duffle bags of dirty clothes that littered the floors. I tucked my hands into the pocket of my hoodie and wandered closer as I took in the organized space. I’m pretty sure I hadn’t seen the floor in here since rookie year.

“It was Sylwia,” he grumbled.

“Like, Mrs. Shore?” I said, and I must have sounded bewildered because Dad’s green eyes glowered at me when I looked back at his desk. “At least someone organized, I guess.” I shrugged and walked over to lean on the desk.

“When does Clementine get back to Harbor?” He asked me.

“Next week. Bobbi and she are packing up the apartment and driving. I'll be gone when she gets in, so try to make an effort at least until I get back,” I said.

“What does that entail?” Dad grumbled.

“Help her move into her apartment? Take her for dinner? I don’t know, Dad. Turn on the Cody charm and be polite for a few days.” I sighed and ran my hand over my neck as I turned to sit on the desk. “Can you do that?”

“Sure,” he huffed.

That was as much as he was going to give me, but it was more than usual.

“Silas said you had the roster?” I said, changing the conversation.

He handed me the clipboard without looking up.

“Promise me you’ll behave at camp, Cael,” he warned.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Dad.” I mocked and ran my eyes over the roster stopping at the new starting pitcher's name. “Is this real?” I asked him.

He nodded without looking up and repeated himself. “Behave.”

I left him to whatever had his focus and wandered down the quiet halls of the stadium, saying hello to a few of the ladies in the office before pushing outside in the chilly spring air.

Silas looked stressed, his gray eyes scanning over a piece of paper as everyone moved around in the parking lot checking their gear. The buses had started loading for spring camp and his plate was full with not only our team starting our season but three other teams.

Ella shook her head at something he said and flipped the page to point to something else. Nick and Arlo stood with their arms crossed, looking more like brothers than ever but still tense in each other's company. It would be a little while before they found their way back to siblings, but for now, they were at least functioning as colleagues.

I leaned against Van’s truck and looked over the roster again, my brows furrowing together. Silas broke off from Ella and made his way toward me with a scowl on his face as he reached out for the roster.

“I can tell from your expression that you’ve seen the newest addition to the team.” He said, standing across from me in his Harbor hoodie and jeans.

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