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“Your wish is my command,” he says, and he fists his cock as I line up over the top of him.

I slam down, and we both grunt at the feel.

“God, you’re so tight after that orgasm. I fucking love how you feel,” he says.

I don’t know what to say to that.You’re so big and hardsounds stupid, but I force the self-conscious thoughts away and live in the moment. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” My voice is tentative, but the lust in his eyes seems to intensify at my words, so he must like it.

“Get used to it, Sunshine,” he says, and then his hands move to my ass, and he directs our movements from the bottom as he starts to move his cock in and out of me.

Emotions course through me as we each fill the air with our moans, a beautiful soundtrack to the quiet night. I never wantit to end, but I feel it building toward another orgasm. I never want to let him go, but he has to. He’s catching a flight back home tomorrow and who knows what will come next? Even if he moves here, there’s no guarantee it’ll feel the way it has over this weekend.

It’s unnatural for feelings to be this intense this soon…or maybe that’s just what we’re taught either by society or through personal experience as we allow feelings to grow and develop over time.

It’s not love yet…but at the same time, what I feel for Cooper after the last twenty-four hours is even stronger than what I felt for Jace, who I dated for eight months.

It might be love. And if it’s not, if it’s just passion and lust, I know that with enough time and nurturing, it could turn into love.

We don’t need to define it for now. We just need to live in the moment, to live in the feelings, to live in each other as inhibitions are tossed aside and we allow this to happen.

“Fuck,” he growls, and my eyes fly open to watch the show as he starts to come. His face is beautiful as it contorts with pleasure, pleasure he’s taking fromme, from my body, and I memorize every beautiful freckle, every gorgeous line, every masculine detail as he pumps into me. When his pleasure slows, he lets go of my ass and grabs one of my breasts in one hand and he thumbs my clit with the other. I ride out the wave, and then the pleasure slams into me all at once.

I cry out as the brutal climax takes over. I writhe over the top of Cooper while I wait it out, and when it slows, I collapse over him once again.

He doesn’t pull out of me. Instead, we lie together for a long time in silence as he strokes my back and our panting slows. I think I fall asleep for a beat, because eventually he shifts andslips out of me, and it’s the loss of our connection that seems to wake me.

I move off him and reach into the basket, and then I hand him a little package of tissue I brought along in case that happened. He chuckles as he takes care of the condom, and I put my clothes back on. He does the same, and then we gaze up at the stars together a little longer.

Soft conversation flows between us as we continue to get to know one another on a deeper level…as we continue to inexplicably fall for each other, the end in sight as time marches on later and later into the night, both of us dreading daybreak when it’ll be time for this weekend together to end.

CHAPTER 14: COOPER

We drive up the hill a little and gaze down at the view of the Strip as we pass the bottle of wine back and forth.

I’m really doing it.

This will be home.

I have a lot to do before that can become my reality, though, and only a few weeks to do it in. Troy wants me back here September one to start training, which means I have less than three weeks to train someone to take over my position at SFK, pack up my apartment, find a place in Vegas, and make the move.

And I don’t really want to tell Gabby the truth about the job yet—not when things are so new between us. Not when things are soeasybetween us. My career will complicate things, but it won’t affect what’s happening between us until spring training, and that’s still months away. I’ll tell her before then. In fact, it might be fun to take her to the stadium once I’ve signed my contract and tell her there in person.

Despite our easy conversation as we learn more about each other, I’ve left baseball out of the discussion entirely. Surely she knows by now. Surely like Ben suggested she’s looked me up. But if she has, she hasn’t mentioned it. I love just being regular guy Cooper who works for a health organization for kids, not being the five-time All-Star and World Series MVP known for keeping calm under pressure.

It’s a huge part of who I am, but I like that I’m not defined by it in her eyes. It makes me want to leave it out of the conversation a little longer, especially after what happened with Stacy.

She didn’t just cheat on me. She cheated on me after I got hurt and had to stop playing. She cheated on me with a teammate.

She said it was because she felt alone and sad, that I was lashing out at her because I was depressed I had to stop playing.

I wasn’t depressed. I was a little down, sure. A little out of character considering I’m the kind of guy who’s always in good spirits. Maybe not the party animal Ben Olson is, but still generally friendly and sociable, even when I was hurt and taken out of the game.

She blamedmefor her cheating on me. That’s the thing that hurt the most, I think. That was the part that made me question things about myself…like how I could be with someone like her in the first place. I don’t mention much of that to Gabby, though over the course of this weekend, we managed to touch on a lot of it.

“What time’s your flight?” she asks.

“Nine,” I say. I glance at my watch. “Less than nine hours from now.”

“Can you stay a little longer?”

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