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Screaming his name, I fall to my elbows against the lockers as he lets go of my hair. By some miracle my legs don’t give out. I think that’s because the feeling of him thrusting in and out of me is spurring my orgasm on, and I never want the feeling to stop.
“Fuck, Wyla.” Jett’s hand leaves my ass and pulls my upper body back against him as he empties into me.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers in my ear. I want to melt into him but he pulls out slowly and pulls up his underwear and shorts before stepping in front of me.
He kneels back down and brings my seamless panties up first then my jean shorts. “I want to know when you’re up there watching me from the stands that my name is on your back, and my cum is between your legs.”
Chapter 29
“Mommy!” Stevie barrels through the front entrance into my arms.
“Hey, baby.” I scoop her up as her little arms wrap around my neck. “Did you have so much fun?”
“So much fun. There were flamingos there, Mommy! They were pink!”
“Oh, that’s so cool, baby.” I set her back down as Jett’s parents make their way up. “So, how was she really?” I laugh.
“She was an angel.” Rose beams. “A million times better behaved than Jett and Anna ever were.”
I snort a laugh. “My parents say the same thing.”
Rose gives me a soft smile. “And you’ll say the same about your grandchildren, my dear. Oh, before I forget here is her EpiPen.”
Rose reaches into her bag, pulling out the injector.
“Oh, perfect, thank you. She hasn’t had a reaction in two years but there’s no way I can leave the house without it.” I slide it in my small bag then we head out to the stadium.
For the start of the game, we decide to watch up in the friends and family box. Jett told me he’ll probably start pitching in the sixth inning, and we’re more than welcome to move down to the other seats if we want. And honestly, based on the looks I got when we walked in, it may be sooner rather than later.
A group of women stand by the snack bar whispering to each other, and I want to climb in a hole. I know I can’t control what people say behind my back and me going over there to tell them to shove it would only make me look like a complete bitch.
Rose slinks her arm through mine. “Ignore them, Wyla. What they think now doesn’t matter.”
I let out a deep breath and nod. She’s right, eventually this whole ‘she hid his baby from him’ nonsense will be old news. I know I’m a stranger coming in so the whispers are to be expected but it doesn’t make them hurt any less.
“I wanna sit at the front!” Stevie points toward the rows of bleachers at the edge of the suite.
“You got it, Stevie Rose,” Vance says, and lets her lead the way.
The game starts slow, not watching Jett play really lowers my interest. A couple runs for us in the third inning, one for the New York Generals in the fourth.
At the bottom of the fifth, Stevie leans over tapping my leg. “Mommy, I’m hungry. Can I have a snack?”
“Please?”
“Please,” she copies.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
I stand from my chair and I already see some of the “WAGs” looking at me and whispering. I ignore them with a deep breath and glance at the snack table. No one else is up there. I’ll be fine, right?
“Want me to come with you?” Rose asks.
I shake my head, pushing down my insecurities. “No, I’m good. Do you want anything?”
“No, thank you, dear.”
With another deep breath, I make my way up the table filling up a small plate of fruit, popcorn, and a plain hotdog, then deciding I wanted a plate as well I load up another.
