Page 28 of Scoring Position

Hailey was right. If this is how hedances,I can’t even imagine how he fucks.

“I love you, Ace!” a girl not much older than him yells loudly as he pushes both hands down his chest, stopping before things get indecent and wagging his finger as if to sayUh-uh.I covermy mouth to hide my laugh, but he catches it, giving a sexy wink before turning toward home plate while the music fades slowly.

“I told you he dances funny!” the little girl says, her mouth dropping in surprise as Friggle returns, handing her a miniature version of the jersey I’m wearing. She jumps into his flappy arms, and they celebrate together as the first pitch lands right into the catcher’s mitt.

“Strike!” the umpire shouts, but Ace is unaffected as he readies himself for the next one. He’s cool and calm, choking up on his bat when the pitcher winds up and sends another ball barreling in his direction. As fast as lightning, he swings, and it flies into the air, eating up the distance of the field as the crowd holds their breath in anticipation. Cheers ring out from every direction as it sails over the wall, landing into the waiting glove of a fan about fifteen rows back. Fireworks shoot into the sky, and the wordHOMERUN!flashes on the Jumbotron as Ace leisurely heads toward first base. As he rounds it, he looks right at me, making a heart with both hands and smiling brightly. I try to look annoyed, but it only takes a few seconds before the corners of my lips tug up and I’m covering my burning cheeks with my hands.

He’s so cute, I can barely stand it.

Throughout the remainder of the game, several more treats I didn’t order show up at my seat, including a bowl of cotton candy ice cream that is quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Ace’s next two at-bats result in a single and a strikeout, but they play great and win the game by two runs. As I’m gathering my trash, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

ACE:

Are you all sugared up and agreeable?

LARK:

I wasn’t, but the ten pound helmet full of ice cream with actual cotton candy on top pushed me over the edge. Thank you.

ACE:

You’re welcome. Will you come over tonight? I want to get a start on this week’s assignment so we aren’t up late doing it while we’re on the road.

LARK:

Yeah, that works. What time?

ACE:

They roped me into doing press, so I’ll probably be a couple hours. I should be there by eight, but if I’m not, I’ll text you the lock code and you can wait for me in the living room. Or in my bed. Whatever.

LARK:

Living room. I’ll see you at eight or shortly after.

ACE:

Sounds like a date. And Sweets?

LARK:

Yeah?

ACE:

Keep my jersey on. You look so fucking hot, and I need to see it up close.

LARK:

Maybe.

SEVENTEEN

ACE

“Yes, baby,”I groan, stroking my erection as the warm shower beats down on my shoulders. “You take this cock so fucking well. Open your throat for me.” I screw my eyes shut, tightening my grip while I imagine Lark greedily swallowing my entire length and making me see stars as she gags on it.

“Good girl,” I continue. “So fucking perfect.” I fall deeper into my fantasy, trying my best to envision her mouth instead of my hand so I can come before she gets here.

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