Page 85 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
He’s right. She has been happy, the last few days aside.
“I don’t want her to go,” Austin says, emotion heavy in his words.
I step forward, resting my hand on his shoulder and gently squeezing it.
“Then we need to make it so she can get everything she’d ever want or dream here with us, so she doesn’t want to go anywhere else.”
Austin’s eyes meet mine with a flicker of hope. “So what do we do?” he asks.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Hadley
I tugmy zip-up hoodie around me a little tighter as a breeze rolls through. The lights over the field flicker on between innings as the sun sets far enough that it isn’t easy to see the game.
Evelyn bounces on the metal bench beside me as her dad steps up to the plate. “Go, Daddy, go,” she cheers.
He looks over our way, giving her a smile and me a wink that makes tingles shoot through my limbs.
I don’t know what shifted with him a little over a week ago. He’s back to texting me, and when we do get the chance to see each other, he isn’t acting like he’s terrified to touch me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the change, but I’m still curious what happened.Why was he acting that way? Is it going to happen again?
The guys have been overly attentive, even if most of it has been via text. They have been extremely busy with a last-minute project at work, so we’ve had even less time together than normal.
If you can even consider it “normal,” given that we’ve only been doing this for a few months now. It absolutely feels like my normal, though.
Being with all three of them. Spending time with Evelyn. Spending time with my mom. Seeing my brother’s cranky ass every few days. Laughing with Sienna, who has quickly become my best friend.
Speaking of my bestie, she walks over with her concession stand goodies in her hands. She sits down on Evelyn’s other side, handing each of us our drinks and snacks.
“How much longer is the game going to be?” Evelyn asks, taking a sip of her juice box.
“It’s almost done,” I tell her. “If they score, the game will be done.”
Just as I finish saying it, the crack of a bat draws our attention back to the game.
Warren connected with a ball, sending it flying into the outfield. It lands on the grass, rolling toward the fence.
We all shout as Austin takes off from second base, rounding toward home plate. The outfielder launches the ball back into the infield, but Austin sprints across the plate before the ball has a chance to get there.
A juice box goes flying in the air a second before Evelyn goes racing down the bleachers and onto the field. Sienna and I both laugh as we’re sprayed with the remaining juice.
I grab her hand, pulling her toward the field at a much slower pace than our pint-sized companion. She reluctantly follows behind me, even though being down on the field with everyone seems like the last place she wants to be.
I barely step foot onto the field before Brooks has his arms wrapped around me, swinging me around. “Youareour good-luck charm, baby girl. You’re never allowed to leave.”
A blush works its way up my neck as I think back to last night and the activities that led to them upholding their superstition.
Austin lies back against the pillows on Conrad’s bed, his hands on my hips guiding me down as his hard length slides inside of me.
I brace my hands on his chest as I rotate my hips against him. My clit rubs against his pelvis, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through me.
The twins kneel on either side of me. I bat their own hands away, wrapping a hand around each of their lengths. Leaning my head to the right, I take Conrad’s cock into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Popping off him, I do the same to Brooks. I alternate between the two of them until they’re both teetering on the edge, ready to come at any second.
