Page 124 of The Third Baseman

“JUPE!! JUUUUP…IIII…TER…”

My jaw clenched.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at Marnie’s perfect face, her long lashes fluttering against her cheekbones as she took me deeper. I was so fucking proud of her; it had taken a few tries, but she could now almost get the full length of my dick in her mouth. Sex with Marnie – discovering what she liked, learning what it meant when she madethatnoise, or when her head lolled to the left instead of the right, and how the gentlest brush of my thumb under her boob really got her wet – had become my favorite lesson.

My favorite ones to study for.

My balls were tightening again, and I brushed my hand over her cheek. “Fuck, Marn, you’re so good at this. Don’t stop.”

“JUPE. JUPE. JUPE. I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!”

My dick shriveled again.

I’m going to kill her.

Marnie pulled off me with a wet pop, and a bead of saliva strung out from the tip of my dick. I ran my thumb over her lip, and wiped it off.

“Babe, let’s pick this up later,” she sighed, leaning back on her haunches and staring at my rapidly deflating dick.

“JUPITER!”

I ran to the window, to find Emerson looking up. “Fucking what?”

“Come down.”

I glanced over to Marnie who was gloriously naked, and holding out my shorts and shirt. I took them with a sigh, yanking them on then grabbed my sneakers. I reckoned I had just enough time to wrap my arms round my girlfriend and kiss her before my sister started up again.

“You’re perfect, Marn. I love you. I’m so sorry about this. I’ll make it up to you later. We’ll watch the stars,” I winked at her, “and then I’ll make you see them.”

She smiled, forgiving and soft, when any other girl would be bitching for days. But that was Marnie. “Can’t wait. I love you.”

I was still pulling my sneakers on when I jumped onto the balcony, and over the railings.

“You’re a pain in my ass, Reeves,” I grumbled, climbing down the palm. “This had better be good. I was busy.”

“Dad’s been looking for you,” she shrugged. “He’s got his serious face on, so I thought I’d better come find you. Didn’t have to look far though, did I?”

I swiped the back of my hand over my mouth, making Emerson gag.

“You’re gross. You're such a slut boy.”

“I have a girlfriend,” I shot back, and pushed her hard enough that she almost fell into the nearby bush. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I dunno,” she shrugged again.

I mentally flicked through the list of things I kept on standby, but nothing came to immediate mind for what I could have possibly done wrong. I’d finished the year with a B average, I hadn’t missed practice, and the draft was in a few days. When I’d seen him this morning he’d high-fived me, or maybe that was yesterday morning.

He didn’t look in the high-five giving mood as I walked into the kitchen, however.

Emerson had been right. He had his serious face on. It didn’t come out often, but when it did, he meant business. In fact, the last time I’d seen it was when Piper had gone off to college in September and he gave her ‘the talk’, or a talk. I hadn’t stuck around to listen.

“Um, hey, Pop. What’s going on?”

He looked up from his coffee. “Take a seat, Jupe.”

I frowned, but did as I was told. “What’s going on?”

He took off his reading glasses and sat forward. “I wanted to talk to you about Marnie; you and Marnie.”

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