Page 99 of The Future Play

“So am I.”

We’re cuddledon the couch eating quiche and hash browns while we talk about everything that happened during our week apart. I relay all the nonsense the guys on the team got up to. She asks me if one particular teammate cheated on his wifeagain. He did. Like he always does. It’s disgusting, but from what the other guys on the team told me, she knows and she cheats on him too. It’s a super toxic relationship, and it only makes me more grateful for what I have.

I can’t imagine being with anyone else besides Amanda. I can’t imagine ever wanting to. She’s it for me. I think about proposing sometimes, but I want to wait until I’m finally playing for a major league team—the Metros, assuming they don’t trade me. Planning a wedding while adjusting to an entirely different place and life doesn’t sound fun.

I do everything in my power to make sure Amanda knows how much I love her, though she doesn’t seem in a rush for a ring, either, despite plenty of our friends heading in that direction.

“That was delicious. Thank you for cooking.”

“I’m happy to, but I’m going to beg you for homemade chicken wings this week. You make the best ones.”

“We can do it tomorrow? Maybe invite some of our friends over?”

She tilts her head back and forth. “Maybe. It might mess with my plans to keep you naked all day, though.”

“Even while I’m making the wings? A little pain with pleasure is fine, but I don’t want to risk bodily harm.”

“I guess I’ll just have to take advantage of you now.” She climbs onto my lap and grinds over my crotch.

“Mands,” I groan.

She pulls her shirt off, letting her tits fly free right in my face. I suck one into my mouth and tease it with my lips and teeth. She hisses in response, combing her fingers through my hair.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?”

“Right here. Doggy style.”

She moves to climb off me, but I grab her ass, holding her still, then I slip my hand under her shorts, rubbing the skin for a moment before I spank her.

She whimpers, and her head drops to my shoulder.

“Get naked and get ready for me.” I pull the hair tie from her hair and twirl one of the stands around my finger. “And I need this wrapped around my hand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mm, you’re making me leak, baby. Need to be inside you and remind you who you belong to.”

I move to stand, but when I’m halfway off the couch, my phone rings.

Glancing down, I groan—in annoyance this time.

“Who is it?”

“Dave.”

Amanda scrambles off the couch and reaches for her clothes. “If he’s calling you this late, you should probably answer.”

I nod, quickly buttoning my pants as if my agent can see me.

A whoosh of fear rolls through me. A late call like this could mean a trade. I’m hoping the Metros wouldn’t do that. I know the coaching staff there—particularly the pitching coach—like me a lot, but this is a business too.

I grab the phone and answer, putting it on speaker. If it’s any kind of bad news, I want Amanda to hear it too so I don’t have to tell her.

“Hi, Dave.”

“Jamie. Don’t worry. Nothing scary. I’m calling with some good news, actually.”

Amanda slips her shirt back on and pulls her shorts up, then sits down on my lap.

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