Page 7 of Unexpected Forever
Hell, we don’t even live in the same place, which would normally be a plus for me. But in this case, it would only complicate things given the fact that our siblings look like they’re headed for that forever kind of thing.
Not that I’ve been to many family functions in the past, but now that I’m retired from baseball and not traveling so much, I plan to visit Megan more often. And I’d probably see Charley.
Hello, awkward.
Lastly, I gave up one-night stands a long time ago. My selective nature means it’s been a hot minute since I’ve had a woman under me. I’m sure that’s the only reason why when I watch Charley talk to guests, I’m thinking of those red lips leaving a ring around my cock.
Good, solid reasons why I shouldn’t have watched her for the past couple of hours, enamored by her movements in a form-fitting dress leaving little to my imagination.
I want to pull one of the strings tied at the middle of her back and watch it come undone until all that’s left are the fuck-me heels that make her legs look impossibly long.
With her dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes that remind me of the Atlantic Ocean, and curves deserving their own warning label, my head’s fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything but her.
The feeling reminds me of when I’d taken a ball to the head once.
Not only does she look like a walking wet dream, but in the few minutes I've spent with her, I find she’s sassy, funny, and caring.
I don’t think she realizes the little unspoken challenge she tossed my way when she said she’d drawn the short straw about having to pick me up.
I have a sneaking suspicion the fact she’s on a man sabbatical only makes her that much hotter. I wanted more clarification on that odd piece of information, but she deftly moved the conversation away from that before I could ask.
What really makes me like her is the fact that when we came face to face, she didn’t treat me like Nate the famous baseball player but rather Nate, Megan’s brother.
I love baseball and it’s a dream come true to be paid a ridiculous amount of money to play it. And I love the fans, especially the young kids who still play for the love of the game.
The fame that comes with being a player of my caliber is my least favorite part. These days, I keep my guard up, automatically assuming people will treat me differently, and I’m usually right.
Especially where women are concerned.
At this point in my life, what I don’t love are the cleat chasers. I’ve had hotel room keys slipped into my hands more times than I can recall.
But as I watch Charley move around the room, being the consummate party host, I must admit, if she slipped me her room key, I’d be at her door in a heartbeat.
I can’t remember the last time a woman had me this worked up just by looking at her.
That’s something I’m not even going to entertain. My active playing career is over, but I have a new manager career ahead of me next season, once all the negotiations are finalized.
While I avoid one-nighters as a rule, there’s something about Charley that makes me want to throw gasoline on that rule and set it on fire.
And to be the guy that gives her all the orgasms coming off her man sabbatical.
My gut tells me Charley would be fun, but risky.
I lean against the bar and sip the double whiskey neat I’ve been nursing most of the night, pulling my gaze away from the vixen across the room. After three hours, the party is still going strong, everyone enjoying the food, music, and ambiance.
The ballroom is large and open, decorated in casual elegance. White tablecloths cover round tables that dot the room where a few people sit and talk. It’s warm and inviting and the perfect atmosphere for my sister. Charley did a great job.
“Hey man, enjoying the party?” A hand claps me on the shoulder.
I turn and smile at Del Reynolds, another one of Charley’s brothers. “Yeah. I was just thinking that Charley nailed it. ”
Del and I met a few years back when my old team participated in a charity house renovation. The home renovation show he hosted and my team had sponsored the renovation for a family in Florida after a hurricane destroyed their century-old house. Del had been a high school baseball star who hadn’t pursued it further, so we’d bonded over our love for the game.
He nods and lifts his hand toward the dance floor. “Looks like it made Megan happy.”
I follow his gaze to see Megan and Aidan locked together on the dance floor. My jaw sets as my heart rate increases for a moment before I relax. Those old protective reflexes I have where my sister is concerned still flare up instinctually.
Just because I stayed away physically, doesn’t mean I haven’t protected Megan in other ways over the years. But now she has someone else to keep her safe.
