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Our backup pitcher takes a turn at the mound as Bash watches nervously. We give them a couple of runs before the Knights take the field again.
Eventually, we pull off the win and celebrate loudly on the field and in the dugout. When we’re in the locker room, the joy and excitement take over as everyone talks about their plans.Everyone decides to head to one of the guy’s houses to celebrate, but my mind is elsewhere.
After the fastest shower of my life, I send a text to Henley for her to meet me.
Because if I don’t get my hands on her while she’s wearing my name and my number on my fucking field, I’m going to lose my damn mind.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Henley
I see the exact moment he spots me, his eyes heating when they land on the jersey he had made for me.
For Christmas, he gave me a custom Knights jersey. Instead of the school’s colors, the jersey is my favorite colors: pink and black.
Standing, I turn around and pull my hair off my neck, showing him his name on my back. When I sit back down, I see him lick his lips before returning his attention to the game.
“Damn. He looks like he’s going to eat you,” Lily tells me.
Theo was able to snag another ticket next to me so Lily could come to the game as well.
“God, I hope so,” I tell her with a grin.
We both laugh as we continue watching the game. At some point, Lily goes to grab us some hot dogs and sodas we devour within seconds.
Not much later, when it’s his turn to bat, I can’t help my laugh. Theo’s been listening to my running playlist for months now, and I recognize the song as one of the many I’ve played while riding as his passenger princess.
It’s only a few seconds of the song, but Lily and I dance in our spots like idiots anyway. When he swings the bat mydirection, my mouth turns up into a smile that has Lily teasing me mercilessly.
Baseball games are long and not overly entertaining. If Theo weren’t on the field, I probably would be bored out of my mind. That’s an inside thought, though, and one I never plan to admit to him.
The crowd roars as the last pitch sails across the plate. Strike three. Game over.
Knights win.
Theo’s teammates leap over the dugout railing, storming the field in celebration. I’m already on my feet, clapping hard, my throat raw from yelling for nine innings straight.
I’m not even sure what I was yelling, but I went with whatever the crowd was saying, hoping to come off as a supportive girlfriend. Lily hugs me, leaving to head back to our apartment, but I’m staying behind to meet Theo.
When the crowd finally thins and players disappear toward the locker rooms, I make my way down. The halls under the stands feel a little spooky as I head towards the spot where Theo told me to meet him.
He’s already showered, leaning against the wall. Before I can even say congratulations, he grabs my wrist. “Come with me.”
His voice is rough and low, leaving no room for argument. I let him pull me down a narrow hallway until he shoves open a door to a storage room stacked with buckets of balls, extra uniforms, and scuffed helmets. He kicks it shut behind us and pushes me against it, his hands caging me in.
“Theo—”
“I need you.” His breath is hot against my ear, his words urgent.“The whole game, it’s all I could think about,” he says as he unbuttons my shorts. “You’re here, wearing my name, and you’re all fucking mine.”
His teeth nip at my neck as he slides his fingers into my panties, circling my clit before dipping his fingers down to my entrance. “So wet for me.”
I nod. “All for you.”
Theo groans before sliding my pants down to my ankles. “We don’t have much time, but if I don’t get inside you right now, I might lose my fucking mind.”
We’ve enjoyed a lot of sex over the last few months. Slow, hard, fast, romantic.
I’ve never seen Theo like this.
