Page 86 of Despite It All
He wouldn’t feel the need to bring you today if you would just move here.
Before I can think of a response that doesn’t sound like an apology that no one asked for, Jett comes around the corner. “Hey, Wy, sorry it took so long.”
“You’re okay, Ididn’t mind.”
“I did,” he says, and kisses my temple.
“Alright, that’s my cue to go.” Adam stands up from the chair. “I’m going to head back in the locker room and steal that deck of cards in your bag.”
“Be my guest.” Jett shrugs. “Wy, you wanna walk around?”
I take his hand and as we start down the hallway I lace my fingers through his. I really don’t have anything to compare this stadium to.
It was a house full of girls growing up, we didn’t really have a huge desire to watch sports, and while Dad enjoyed the occasional football game on the TV, big crowds make him anxious so stuff like this wasn’t anything we did.
“So, what’d you think of practice?”
“I think it was a crime that you weren’t in baseball pants this time.”
Jett laughs. “The pants really do it for ya, huh?”
“They do it for everyone, babe.”
We turn a corner down a hallway that has pictures of past players scattered about. I’m not entirely sure where we’re going but I know I want to show Jett my shirt before our daughter—and his parents—get here.
I let go of his hand and start to undo some of the buttons. “This jersey is a little warm. I don’t know how you pitch in these.”
Jett stops me on the fourth button, then backs me up against the wall. “I don’t know what to tell you, Wy, but my jersey is not coming off your body until I fuck you in it later tonight.”
A little smirk crosses my face. “But then how would you know where your pillows are?”
I pull what I can of the jersey to the side, showing my white tank top with “pitcher’s pillows” in little black letters.
I see Jett’s Adam's apple bob as he reads it. “Fuck.”
Jett wraps his arm around my waist, yanking me in tight, and I swear it feels like three steps we move from out in the hall to in what I’m guessing is an equipment room since there’s a ton of baseball stuff. Most I’m not really sure of the purpose, other than extra bases, buckets of balls, I’m lost. It’s a little cramped but let's be honest, it’s a major league stadium, it’s got a little more room for creativity.
“Think you can be quiet, baby?”
“No,” tumbles out of me. He may have given me an orgasm earlier today, but with the way he’s looking at me right now… I have a feeling he’s about to make me scream.
“Good,” is all he says before he grabs my face and kisses the hell out of me.
My hat falls onto the floor, and I do my best to undo the rest of the buttons.
“That jersey better not leave your body,” Jett growls then kisses down my neck.
“The jersey really does it for you, huh?”
“You do it for me, Wy.” Trailing his lips back up to my ear, he whispers, “Seeing you in a jersey with my name on your back, makes my dick hard.”
He moves down to my boobs and pulls one side of the tank top down. With a flat tongue he licks my hard nipple, before letting the shirt go and kissing my neck again. “Seeing you in a shirt that reminds me of the night I fell in love with you… that makes me fucking feral.”
All of the air in my lungs escapes me. “Y-you love me?”
Jett pulls back and cups my face. “I love you, Wy. Whether you love me or not, I’ve always loved you. There will never be a single second that I won’t.”
The weight of everything he’s saying fills me. My “I love you too,” seems to be on the tip of my tongue but damn it the words won’t come out. Of course I love him, so why can’t I say it?
