Page 98 of The Third Baseman

I was beginning to realize two Jupiters existed, and I never knew which one I was going to get.

“Jupe…” I began as I set my coffee mug on the nightstand. “How are you like this, and also such a dick to people? You know everyone thinks you’re an asshole, right?”

“It’s special for you, babe,” he winked and sipped his green froth, but he wasn’t getting away with it that easily.

“Come on, be serious.”

He puffed out a long breath of air. “I just don’t really like people.”

I pursed my lips and tried to catch his eye, but he wasn’t looking at me. “That’s total bullshit. You used to.”

That got him, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. “One night of wild sex and you’ve become quite the swear machine, Missy.”

One of his long, thick fingers poked me right in the ribs, and I was incapable of holding in the bark of laughter. Herein lies the problem when someone knows you so well – they know your weak spots, including the space between your upper ribs where you can’t do anything but howl with laughter when they squeeze against it.

“Jupiter!” I could barely wheeze out his name, as he rolled on top of me, almost forcing me into the mattress with every wiggle of his fingers. “Stop! Ohmygod, I can’t breathe. Stop… stop... Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll beg, please!”

After what seemed like a lifetime his hands finally stilled, though they didn’t move, his thumbs ghosting over the exact weak spot, silently threatening, and reminding me what they were capable of just in case I fell out of line.

“You can beg me again if you’d like. I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice had turned distinctly gravelly; a direct contrast to the fat raspberry he blew on my neck, which set off another round of laughter until I was convinced my sides were actually splitting.

He stayed on top of me and wiped away the tears that clouded my vision. This time I stayed silent until he gave me the answer I was waiting for.

“I think it started when we broke up. I didn’t want anyone but you, and all the attention I was suddenly getting was too much. It was a hundred times worse than it had ever been at school. I didn’t ever want them to think they had a chance, and being a moody asshole made that easy.”

I took as deep a breath as I could, seeing as how he was still lying on my chest.

“I know I broke your heart, Marn, but I broke mine, too. Believe me I did.”

And there was the in to ask the question which had kept me awake for months and months.

Years almost.

“Then why did you do it, Jupiter? Why did you break us up?”

He looked down, resting his head on my chest. “We were kids, Marn. It doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that you are here in my bed, and I’ve just brought you coffee exactly how you like it...” he looked over to where our cups were placed side by side, “and we have a couple of hours before I have to be at the club. But most importantly, tonight will be my first pro game where my girlfriend is watching.”

This time, the breath I tried to take caught hard. “What? Girlfriend?”

He heard the shock in my voice, the tone that said I wasn’t expectingthatword to come out of his mouth. “Give me a chance, Marn. Please. Just see how we are together.”

“But how are we going to do this? We work together.”

“We’re going to do it the way we have been doing it, with me coming to see you every chance I get, but with more sex.” He rose over me, licking his lips. “I can’t wait to spread you over your desk and eat your pussy.”

The deep throbbing told me my pussy was fully aligned with that idea.

“In fact…” his lips touched mine for a nanosecond, “no time like the present.”

His head was between my legs before I could blink, and any anxiety trying to make itself known at the fact he hadn’t answered my question was extinguished the moment his tongue got to work.

* * *

“Shit! I really need to pee. I’m not going to make it to the box.”

An almighty roar rent through the air. We were running through the lower tiers of The Lions stadium on the way to Penn Shepherd’s box. We were all late, but only Beulah was hopping up and down.

“There,” I pointed to the restroom sign a little ways up, and the three of us ducked inside, only to be greeted by a long line.

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